Poem Six

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Line covered arms,

Scarred mind,

Scarred arms,

Scarred heart.

Covered Arms,

Hidden mind,

Hidden arms,

Hidden heart.

Why you ask?

Why do I hide behind my sleeves?

Cause you would leave.

Cause you would think differently of me.

You'd tell me I'm wrong.

You'd know more about me than is healthy.

You'd need me to explain,

Something I can't explain,

Something I don't want to explain.

I might if you asked.

If I was ready, I'd open up to you.

I'm sorry if I'm not what you want of me.

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