no matter how much hair dye you use, it can't cover up that scar on the right side of you head from when your brother pushed you down the stairs when you were four. your mother asked him why he did it and he said he was trying to kill you.
no matter how much foundation you use, it can't cover up the acne scar from when you sat in front of your mirror for three hours and picked at your skin until you cried.
no matter how much you say love isn't easy for you, we all know you want to kiss the cashier at your local Kroger because she said your hair was pretty.
no matter how much you defend them, it won't change the fact that what they did to you was wrong, and that it wasn't your fault.
it wasn't your fault
