Do you have scars?
I have them too, though they're not as easy to see
You see my scars, although not visible are so painful within me
They're in my mind and in my heart and from time to time they weep
They re-open via memories and secrets that I keep
My scars of mine each have a story that I'm not so keen to tell
They play unfairly with my sanity and unleash a state of hell
Because I don't always wear them on my skin for you to see
It doesn't mean they are not there, because within they'll always be
They are marks of sadness that will always follow me wherever that I go
Like a darkness looming over me, a toxic traumatic shadow
But the scars are always a reminder of the bravery underneath,
The weakness that I sometimes feel, is not the real truth that I breathe
Battling my drive for life, is my hardest toughest task
As sometimes I wake up and feel I must put on my mask
The pull I feel beyond the grave is like a magnet drawing me in
Life's too much, it's far too hard, I just feel like I can't win
Skin is not always physical, it's attached to emotions too
My emotional skin is wafer thin, it's practically see through
It doesn't take much force, for inner skin to break a tear
It doesn't take much influence, for me to suddenly over-care
So just remember, when you look at me that my scars aren't so easy to see
They wear deep within, right by my soul, and are a huge deal to me
I wear a smile upon my face, but do not hastily presume
That everything is fine, my smile whilst deceiving is nonetheless a costume
I'm a warrior without armour, I'm a saviour without wings
I'm a lover, I'm a fighter for the happiness life brings
My scars do not define me, but they're just as real as yours
They're not always on the outside, they're more refrained indoors
Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 1:38 PM UTC
Do you have scars?
I have them too, though they're not as easy to see
You see my scars, although not visible are so painful within me
They're in my mind and in my heart and from time to time they weep
They re-open via memories and secrets that I keep
My scars of mine each have a story that I'm not so keen to tell
They play unfairly with my sanity and unleash a state of hell
Because I don't always wear them on my skin for you to see
It doesn't mean they are not there, because within they'll always be
They are marks of sadness that will always follow me wherever that I go
Like a darkness looming over me, a toxic traumatic shadow
But the scars are always a reminder of the bravery underneath,
The weakness that I sometimes feel, is not the real truth that I breathe
Battling my drive for life, is my hardest toughest task
As sometimes I wake up and feel I must put on my mask
The pull I feel beyond the grave is like a magnet drawing me in
Life's too much, it's far too hard, I just feel like I can't win
Skin is not always physical, it's attached to emotions too
My emotional skin is wafer thin, it's practically see through
It doesn't take much force, for inner skin to break a tear
It doesn't take much influence, for me to suddenly over-care
So just remember, when you look at me that my scars aren't so easy to see
They wear deep within, right by my soul, and are a huge deal to me
I wear a smile upon my face, but do not hastily presume
That everything is fine, my smile whilst deceiving is nonetheless a costume
I'm a warrior without armour, I'm a saviour without wings
I'm a lover, I'm a fighter for the happiness life brings
My scars do not define me, but they're just as real as yours
They're not always on the outside, they're more refrained indoors
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