How can you forget the scars that criss cross your body but no one else seems to see
You want to scream at them and shove it in their ignorant faces, but you don't
You hold it inside until once upon a time someone asks why you're shattered and sewn back together
By then it's too late and you know if you try to explain, they'll run away
And you'll be alone again right before the tears flood through the cracks on your skin and consume you
They'll force you out of your very soul and the stitches will be replaced once more