you used to find constellations
within my scars
but now you're gone
leaving ugly gashes to mar my arms
and now i see them rush by, double takes
pushing children away from me
as they POINT STARE QUESTION
it's not polite to stare,
i may be broken but it's not
your business so
keep your prying eyes and
questions
far away;
these scars are closed for a reason
please don't make me
open
them again
this is all your fault
..............................
YOU ARE READING
as we fall
Poetrypoems of truth and how we feel, even though we never say it. a collection of my original poetry Copyright 2015
