See these marks apon my arms..
they're happiness scars
see the stars apon my hands...
they are my happiness scars
My smile printed on my face...
is another one of my happiness scars
these scars are the ones to show
to tell the world I'm happy
but does the world see my other scars?
the ones that hide under the scars of happiness
that write their own stories under the words of happiness
the ones you type into my brain every time you
exclude me
make fun of me
and dont smile with me
the ones you laugh at me
that make me cry
these are the other scars
that make me want to cut myself down
that tell me to jump, when i know i have so much to live for
that tell me im worthless and just a wasted space
these are the scars i create by others words
i chose for these scars to rise apon my skin
to break me down and chew me up
that yell at me
"Rachel, you dont deserve to live"
"You should just die"
"nobody loves you anyway"
and maybe one day i'll listen
but for now im going to wear my happiness
and keep my other scars hidden
YOU ARE READING
Little stories of a Girl
Poetrytake what you think when you see the word 'girl'. and then take the word 'different'. because every 'girl' is 'different' to what you might think. and this is a story about those girls
