The teardrops run down,
And fall off her nose,
She cries in dark corners,
Where nobody goes,
You can follow the tracks,
From her eyes to her chin,
Years upon years,
Of letting them win,
And And eyes tell a story,
Of anger and pain,
You think that she's happy,
But just look again,
And the scars of her past,
Hidden under her clothes,
Are a roadmap to places,
That nobody knows,
Her smile is now painted,
She's a master of disguise,
And you can see it all,
Just look into her eyes....
YOU ARE READING
Serrated Shadows
PoetryYou are fighting one of the hardest battles and I am so proud of all you have accomplished. Even with your thoughts you are still beautiful and you still deserve the most amazing life anyone could give you. You have stories and you have words of wis...
