You Think You Know

Scars (Poem)

           The tears washed away
                   my innocence.

          The blood dripped on my
                      childhood.

          You can hide them from
                      the world.

          You can heal them with
                      ointment.

           But you can't cover up
                 my memories,

         From remembering what
                      I've done.

                 You can't heal my
                           heart,

             From all the suffering
                 I've been through.

           I guess that's why they
                     call them:

                        SCARS.