Someone smiled at me today.
I went to dinner,
And the hostess eyed me and batted her eyelashes.
She should have taken a deeper look.
Maybe the corners of her eyes would have creased,
When she was in disbelief of what she found.
She would have frowned in concentration
As my scars surfaced and danced across my skin.
An American Flag burned into my forearm.
She would have seen my mind racing,
And my defenses kick in.
She would have realized how it would affect me.
How she could break me,
With the smile from a stranger.