Not technology Not an accessory Not a tool Not a clock Not a device Not jewelry
My watch is a mask A disguise, a cover For the darkness I hide
As long as it’s there As long as it stays put They’ll never know That underneath There are marks which prove Irrefutably I’m living a lie I’m not alright
But I can keep it quiet Hiding my wounds Beneath my watch band
An old one I found written on October 1. It's still shockingly relevant....