SCARS
When you look in my eyes,
What do you see?
Not me,
That's for sure.
I hide everything that I feel,
Behind a mask.
It's perfect,
With one exception.
The panic.
I don't know how or why,
But it breaks this mask.
And slowly it gets worse,
My heart pounds,
I go numb,
A spectator to my minds actions.
When I get my feeling back,
I look down,
And there they are.
The constant reminders,
The scars fresh and old.
I don't remember how they got there,
But they remind me why,
I will never fit in,
With anyone.
And each time I cry alone.