wonder

i walk down the road
and see all the kids
i see all
the laughter and love-
running as fast as themselves.

i duck down my head,
to hide all the evidence,
not bothering to wipe
away my tears.

my makeup smeared,
with the tears i cry-
just some proof
of the pain inside.

gripping my wrists,
i hide my scars-
the scars of the pain,
the scars of the past.
the scars will remain,
even when im gone-
when i lay
that six feet under-
the scars of my pain,
will make people wonder.

by Catwoman772
posted on 06/09/2008