Veterans of war show off their scars Telling their frightening tales of battle The say " right here, in this very spot Is where the age old bullet was shot"
But what about the others The girls with troubling pasts That haunt their every hour They sit in the corner clad in black their expressions turned sour
And when the pieces of themselves Come some what back together Like the veterans they have scars Only its from their emotional wars
To the eye their perfect plain and pretty Another person in the crowd Another nameless happy soul No sees, no one helps, there is no one to console
Alone they fight their treacherous battle Friendships lost, loved ones gone And when it's done the world goes on To as if nothing was ever wrong
And if that one is found alone Crying in the corner They all question what's the matter Since scarless is her stature
No one questions No one helps She has nothing physical to show Yet there are scars, only emotional, you know
No bandaid can fix the heart break And the world doesn't know how To unchain her from the repeating past And forever it seems this will last
Please comment, I would really love to hear what you have to say about my poem or any interpretation you might have