Look upon the scarred wrist
I remember each cut
The reason behind every one
The pain and the black tears

I sigh and pull down my sleeve
Again
Will there ever be a day
When I won't have to wear my shirts this way?

I put on my fabricated act
Put it on like make up
My ficticious smile
At least it'll work for a little while

Walk down the halls in a dream like state
Suppressed by this horrific fate
Hear the laughing
Of those not troubled

I don't fit in
Because of my relieving sin
Unlike all the others
This pain, it smothers
 
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