Hidden Scars

Almost everyone you meet out their is smiling, but a lot of people cary hidden scars and tears behind the mask.

I felt a bump when i leaned on the wall
And slide swiftly till I felt the floor
I sat quite - before i sang
Tapping the cardboard in my grasp
Then I stared into the tainted glass
Where I saw a blossoming girl
Smiling like she don't know
The bleeding wounds are eating through her flesh
Forgetting the tears she shed ever night
To sleep with a lighter heart

I felt a bump when I leaned on the wall
And grind swiftly scratching my healing sore wounds
Murmuring slowly
Tears racing down my cheeks
Then I stared into the distanced
Watching myself get a whipping
For little nothings they call kid's mistakes
I watched my soul fly away from me
Untill it turned into a tiny little dot
A full stop - end of story
As I got waked up by a slap

Author's Note

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