Scars, that I’ve been hiding all my life With scarves Bruises, witness of what the truth is Red eyes, brimming pearls of lost truces Yelling, Blaming and banners of ‘Deserved it’ Never saw the alarm signs They were not bold enough, like me Always told that I’m fine, when I couldn’t even breathe Maybe it’s been hash on me lately and I don’t wanna make you too feel low Maybe just pull me closer and never let me go Cause the scars are now aching And the bruises, deep blue The pearls are now sold for ground breaking news The yelling has me shaken; I stand with heart that’s broken Too many times like my body But you’re innocent, oddly. Scarves, that have been hiding scars for long I put them free Cause I again, wanna feel like me.
This work was inspired by the constant headlines of ****** assaultment and abuse, regardless of gender. As a teeneger myself, all these thoughts take over me,as I take out my pen and paper and ponder the pain. To all the fighters out there who've gone through immense and unimaginable extents of mental trauma, I give you this work of poetry. More power to you!