Veterans of war show off their scars
Telling their frightening tales of battle
The say " right here, in this very spot
Is where the age old bullet was shot"
But what about the others
The girls with troubling pasts
That haunt their every hour
They sit in the corner clad in black their expressions turned sour
And when the pieces of themselves
Come some what back together
Like the veterans they have scars
Only its from their emotional wars
To the eye their perfect plain and pretty
Another person in the crowd
Another nameless happy soul
No sees, no one helps, there is no one to console
Alone they fight their treacherous battle
Friendships lost, loved ones gone
And when it's done the world goes on
To as if nothing was ever wrong
And if that one is found alone
Crying in the corner
They all question what's the matter
Since scarless is her stature
No one questions
No one helps
She has nothing physical to show
Yet there are scars, only emotional, you know
No bandaid can fix the heart break
And the world doesn't know how
To unchain her from the repeating past
And forever it seems this will last
Please comment, I would really love to hear what you have to say about my poem or any interpretation you might have