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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
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC
Hidden Scars
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
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ThearaSteglaidias
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC
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