I bet you didn't know about the red scars

You dont know a lot of things

You dont know what's like to feel like an outsider

To shatter when you hear someone's voice

To be so dependent

To be watched over so you dont do anything you'll regret

To be lying in your bed, keep all feelings secure

Away, to be somewhere you dont belong

somewhere where somone reminds you that everyday

The End

1 comment about this poem Feed