Scars 

Many have scars, 

Some openly seen on their skin, 

Some are prominent, 

Some are barely a hairline. 

Many have scars,

That are not seen by the eyes,

That are not like bruises on the skin,

That are not like tattoos markings.

Many have scars,

Hidden deeply in the shadows,

Covered nicely with a smile,

Walled built with a bright laughter.  

Scars

Her scars are not on her skin, 

It's on her heart, 

Deep in her being,

It's in her very soul. 

People judge her, 

Her rough manners, 

Her crude speaking, 

Her distrustful eyes.

They don't know,

What she's going through, 

What she'd been through, 

They already had a label on her. 

Scars

She was a baby then, 

She did not have any memory,

She did not know anything, 

She was an innocent soul. 

Scars

The lie, 

Living in a lie, 

The lie, 

Living in a lie.

It's better there,

World of make believe,

It's better there,

World of make believe.

It's happier there,

World of dreams,

It's happier there,

World of dreams.

Scars

She is beautiful,

She is very talented,

She is very intelligent,

She is very charming.

They don't know her,

They think they do,

They only see her mask,

They don't really know her.

They don't see,

They don't know,

They don't really look,

About the scars she inflicted on herself.

Writer's note: Composed Feb. 6, 2017