There's so much to say
Yet so less to speak
Hundreds of things to scribble about
Yet not a drop of ink blotting the white sheets.

The scars of her soul, the pain in her teary eyes
So much to express, honey
Yet she hides it all
Behind that charismatic smile!

Everyone has scars they want to protect.
Even though scars aren't secrets.
They can be seen.

But because everyone can see them,
They'll want to know
The story
Behind your scars,
Which are secrets.

One is questioned,
The other is unknown.

So which is the secret?

The story?

Or the scar?

Which would we rather hide?

Behind the walls

The loneliness torments dim clouds, non stop heavy rains, and sufferings under deep oceans
Once a concealed masks flowered, bottom known as shallow captured shortness of smile
The blaze on spirited heart pressured itself, rope crawled on darkness, gripped and pants
A race among complexion turned into permanent scars was disputed into lingering trail

The soul kept on creeping out like dark secrets being confide
Billion of people drowning inside which wildly roared but helpless in coming tide
You, who veiled the whispers, endured battled fight under countless nights, yet tongue-tied
Streaming stories of variety faces was once upon a time, escaping into untold mysteries and hard to find