words from a broken soul

Scars

We all have them
But mine they're everywhere
Emotional, mental, physical
The physical one's tell a story for you
But for us that story is shrouded
In a viscous fog a like ash

The emotional ones they're hard to see
But that's true for the mental scars to
But my emotional scars all stem from
My childhood it was drilled into me
That I'm worthless hence why ghost
Was written in copulation of myself

I've always tried to be a ghost
Avoid any attention like it's was a disease
Then I met a friend who made that
Well they made it impossible for me
To be the ghost that I wanted to be

The thing about socializing
Is you don't want it as an introvert
I was forced out my shell now
Well now I just wish I had more friends
Socializing isn't that bad it still sucks
But hey what doesn't in the game called life

Now my mental scars they're in the form
Of complex-post traumatic disorder
But that's because of the hell I grew up in
His voice is just waiting for the perfect time
To strike force my down the memory lane
That I try to avoid like it's a nuke
That's ready to blow the emotions being
The blast and radiation as I'm reminded
What shaped us into being us

These scars they've all shaped us into
Feeling broken but together we try to heal
The physical scars always makes me
Wonder what caused it but I fear I'll never know
The emotional scars they remind me
That I may feel like a ghost but I'm not
Still don't believe it but that's natural
When you accept as the truth just for
Your world to get flipped upside down

The mental scars make question will
I ever move on and heal from the horrors
Of a past that I can't fully remember
Due to out brain deeming it safest to
Lock away the past so we can function
Like everyone else

But the past will always come back to
Haunt me just matter of when not if
Will I be prepared probably not
We never are for
That forceful trip down a lane forgotten