One after another
The onslaught is endless
Each strike creates another wound
My body
It's riddled with scars
Deep Deep scars
Naked before them
The ones who offer support
But they see no scars
Ridiculed they create more
Fresh wounds
Quickly dismissed
Back to my cell
In my own prison
Tending to my wounds
With tears
Words of dismay
Broken promises
And unfulfilled wishes
Soon they too
Will become scars
But it's so easy
To open old wounds
Sometimes all it takes is