His scars are
right on the surface,
in plain sight
for all to see
though
none consider.
By putting them
in plain view,
he hid them.
The world
would see raised
skin and
indifference
while all
he felt was
pain of
something
he couldn’t fit
into.
Apr 4, 2012
Apr 4, 2012 at 4:33 PM UTC
His scars are
right on the surface,
in plain sight
for all to see
though
none consider.
By putting them
in plain view,
he hid them.
The world
would see raised
skin and
indifference
while all
he felt was
pain of
something
he couldn’t fit
into.
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