Hidden truth

A cluster bomb goes of in my head
As my body starts to seize
And twitch
Moving on its on impulse
Triggered by the shock waves
In the aftermath
I find my scattered limbs
Bruised and broken
Nerve endings
Twisted like a violin string
Ready to snap
There is an emptiness where my face should be
And behind it
An empty void
There is nothing there that will process
thought for me.
My functions now are routine
Simple tasks
To step out side the boundary
Would lead to certain self destruction.
At least with in the boundaries
The explosion can be contained
Managed
I have my own bomb disposal box
Full of tools
To prevent my complete and total iniallation
Apparently
To look at me you wouldn't know    
I practice hiding pain
Not for me
But you
For your comfort and piece of mind
I am only one         
Of hundreds of thousands
Disabled on the inside       
Invisibly 
With pain where bones should be    
My days shorter than they should
As sleep takes more and more time
And tomorrow's plans may never be   
Or may always be
Tomorrow's plans.