He slithered in,
taking my hand,
holding my heart

and I didn't look back

I ran behind him,
trying my best to be seen
letting go of my only truths

and he stole all I had left of me

I laid their festering
diseased and decaying
like an open sore
a poorly healed wound

and the scar still remains

I try to hide it
pretend it's invisible,
that I am invisible
but all they see is the scar
it's too loud not to hear

and I can be better, I can overcome

I'll put on my brightest smile
wipe away the tears from my eyes
carry on,
and convince myself that I've forgotten
all the sharp corners
and all the slimy details.