Standing in a crowd of people i barely know,
Faces hidden behind masks; nothing on show.
Their fake smiles, I see.
Their broken hearts I feel.
Maybe if you stop being cruel,
Maybe if you consider your words,
Maybe if you mend your heart,
You can mend others' scars.
Take a hand, a paper or pen.
Write, scream, or cry.
You will feel better once you let go.
Don't bottle up that that pain inside,
It isn't an ornament.
But your scars show,
How truly strong you are.
YOU ARE READING
Cold Hands, Cold Heart
PoesíaSome of us can't speak. But some of us can write. P.s. previously known as poems by the stars Highest Rank: #534 in poetry
