The scars I wore
Are my pride
It is prize I boasted
With all my might
It is such a sad blasphemy
When people defy this mark
It is like I am a criminal
A soul lock from the dark
Now prison is what
I consider a home
I forget I'm not all alone
They come back and haunt me daily
Pinprick me on my back
Wish I could had played dead
So that they may know
A girl like me cannot
Last in the end
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We are not dead yet(poetry): Plot twist and other magic tricks
PoetryA set of prose and poetry about sad thoughts, phobia, insomnia, bullies. It focuses more on the negative side of one's life. COMPLETED June 12, 2021
