Beneath the Surface
Beneath the surface I'm a good soul.
Beneath the colored streaks in my hair are memories I dread.
Beneath the black clothes are bruises and gashes.
Beneath the bracelets on my wrists are fresh scars.
Beneath the scowl on my face is a scared little girl.
Beneath the snarky remarks are pleas for help.
Beneath the black eye liner is a look of desperation.
Beneath the nickname 'slimeball' is love.
Beneath the name 'American' is hope for friendship.
Beneath the word 'Dad' is fear.
Beneath my smile are tears.
Beneath the surface I'm a good soul.
I'm just damaged.
Don't judge me by the way I look. You have no idea what's beneath the surface.