My scars are not seen
No tattoo’s of my pain
They are held deep down
Underneath my skin
Cutting away
At what is left of me
Who am I?
I’m not sure
I am
Only who you have allowed
Me to be
You
I hold your pain
And mine
Though only you can voice it
I’m expected to keep it in
Be a good little girl
And do as I am told
Not anymore...
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Author:
kayleighjo312 (
Offline) - Published: October 26th, 2017 16:47
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Comments1
Wonderful poem, keep it up
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