There are scars on my skin.
There are even some within.
There are tear stains by
my eyes, they form when I cry.
The scars that I
hide,
the tears that I
cry,
are all covered up behind
lies.
~Rosa Lopez
YOU ARE READING
Words From A Broken Mind
PoetryJust a bit of poems I wrote. All poems are mine unless stated other wise. Thank you for taking the time to read my poems.
