I am weak,
Not strong,
I was never strong,
These thoughts have been hidden,
But they sneak up,
When least expected,
Now showing up on my skin,
Once again.
I'm no longer afraid
to hide the lines on my skin,
If they care,
Maybe they'll share a feeling or two,
But at this point,
I do not care who knows,
I'm invisible,
I can be covered in marks so visible,
You couldn't ignore,
But for me,
No one sees.
I've given up,
I can no longer ignore my thoughts,
They have been locked away for a couple of months,
It was my mistake,
To grab the key,
I just wanted to peek,
But it's too late,
Maybe they'll hear me scream.
-Caelin
