Truth
Staying in front of the mirror
Looking at my reflection
I bear resemblance to mother
With one small exception
All of these scars that shaped me
I know their history
For everyone else even friends
It’s one big mystery
Some of them can be seen, touched
The rest will not be found
They lie deep in my body, hidden
And will never heal
These hurt the most, always bleeding
My sadness is their meal
One thing hurts much more than them
Everything I feel
Each thing that happens to me
The Truth - These I’ll never reveal.
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