Some scars are never seen but hidden. Deep in their hearts from the past. People think that once the next day comes that the cut is gone but it’s not. It’s still there just never seen because no one dares to see it. They are scared to bring up because they don’t want her to break. But that’s all she wants is for someone to ask her if she’s ok. Just for someone to put their arm around her and tell her it will all turn out for the best. But no one does so her scars remain deep and painful. She feels alone and scared. Scared for her future, scared for her life and her heart. All her trust is gone in the world and she has given up. She sits in the back of class, silently; she claims the darkest corner at school to herself, silently.
Being a poet has its good and bad days..what u guys think?
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