He asked why I never smiled
I told him I was too sad to.
He asked why I never wore colors
I told him I didn't like colors.
He asked why I didn't like colors
I told him they remind me of
how happy I used to be.
He asked why I hid from everyone
I told him they scare me.
He asked why they scare me
I told him they always hurts me.
He asked why I always wore long sleeves and pants
I told him I was to scarred.
He asked why I was scarred
I told him I drug a razor across my skin.
He asked if I was okay
I told him I was.
He asked if that was a lie
I told him it was.
