Some people are judged by their marks
Marks that no one truly understands
Some may give you a few remarks
You try to shut them out and withstand
Your scars may be caused by pain
They may be caused by sorrow
Maybe a memory of something bane
That haunts you until tomorrow
Scars can start out small
Over time they begin to grow
And they become your downfall
You cry out for someone to come and sew
But these scars have become so violent
That they begin to keep you silent
YOU ARE READING
The Poetry Book
PoetryA poetry book that gets filled on most days! Have any suggestions? Send me a message or leave a comment on my most recent entry. Thanks!
