No one really knows
This shy quiet girl
Who's blossomed into a woman
and gone further into herself
Buried deep is the sadness
Covered over is the hurt
But like a bandage
or cast over broken bones
The wounds heal
The scars may remain
But the girl and woman
Are never changed
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Happy Musings of my Inner Critic
PoetryI am on whole a very positive person. Most people who know would tend to agree. However, I have a little secret. I tend to argue, fight, and pout just about everyday with that little voice we all have in our heads. I refuse to be defeated by said an...
