Lady and the Tramp

you can see my pain running wild 

all over my face like a pack of feral dogs.

these scars are snarling and barking at me

letting me know there's no chance of heeling,

no chance that I'll ever heal. 

i'll do what i must to move on past the alley,

past all of those memories like scraps

we sometimes throw away

thinking we're done, but we're really not.