Pain Has a Voice

I wake you up before the sun. I'm the first word on your

tongue. I've got fingerprints on your coffee cup. I live in

your "I'm fine, what's up?" I make your shoulders draw back on every time

you try to clap. I teach your flinching like a trade.

I am the price you never pay. Pain has a voice and it

sounds like truth. It tells you you're worthless, it steals your youth.

It talks in jokes and it sings in lies. It says, "This is you

now," and you believe it sometimes. Pain has a voice, listen close.