People think they know me,
Believe my smile is true,
But what they do not know,
Is these cuts on me are new.
I hide my pain so well,
Long sleeve shirts do the trick,
No body looks closer,
Sees the scars upon my wrist.
They think I am quiet.
Believe I am so shy,
But what I can’t control,
Is the pain that’s in my eyes.
Secrets will disappear,
The scars will slowly fade,
But if life stays like this,
Many more cuts will be made.