thoughts laid bare

Hidden

Always in a shirt long-sleeved,
To cover the angry lines that weeped.
Lines she carved, trying to forget
Memories that awoke as she slept.

A hasty look in the mirror,
Reflects a face etched in pain.
Her past is a shadow; lurking ever nearer.
Her eyes bare the stories she cannot explain.

Her body's a wreck,
She tries to disguise.
It's hidden so well
Beneath veiled little lies.

--rome m. // Hidden