Your Scars or Mine

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...