❣ I'm Sorry I'm Not What You Wanted ❣

My Collection (Poem)

What do I collect,

In my soul of emptiness?

Scars mostly.

They cover my body

Along with the cuts

That will make new ones

So my collection will grow.

I love my collection

It makes me feel good

But I hide it

So no one sees

Because if they found out,

They'd know I wasn't me.

They'd know every fake smile

And every forced laugh

Were all just a show

To hide that I am sad.

Then they'll treat me different

Like some little kid

And take away my razors

And all my little knives.

My collection

Is my favorite part of me

Its always there

No matter what,

And I know

Its the one thing

I can't lose.

No one can

Take this away

No one can

Make this not stay.

Its the one thing

That has always stayed

With me.

These scars

Are my only

Collection.