The Years of Regression
Smeared across my face
An expression of pure shame
Robbed of all my grace
By a thief without a name
I still wear that same expression
Only now it's beneath my mask
Hidden from the world's perception
Because I don't want them to ask
As the expression stayed with me
So has the feeling
And throughout the years I've felt these wounds
Reopen and start bleeding
The only solution was to deny the pain
And bury way down deep
But it always rises to the surface again
And out it slowly seeps
And for all these years
I've managed to conceal
These painful memories
That just won't seem to heal
It makes me feel so alone
But I've never been one to ask for help
So everyday my heart grows a little more cold
And all I can think to say is oh well
Copyright © Lisa Hicks | Year Posted 2013
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