This is my soul peeping out
With the scars showing hidden hurt
And pain, which you know not about
You thought I’d not feel, for I was all dirt.
I will not show those scratches you made
Those cuts you left, deep and uncured
They seem to stay, unable to fade,
Yet every time in your words I was lured.
Those shattering and breaking pieces of me,
I hold onto them, to avoid the world’s eyes
I cannot let them, visible to any vision be,
For the world of liars, will count my truth as lies.
They remind me of what I was and have gone through
I faced and fought whatever you and the world threw,
I won’t show the scars, the unhealed bruises and wounds,
No eye is pure to see my soul beaten and left in glooms.