Please tell me that I’m not alone.
From where I’m standing
I do not exist.
I am merely a figment of my own imagination.
I do not exist
In no others mind
Except my own.

No one can see.
The pain they have caused.
No one can see the scars
Where the wounds were inflicted
Many summers ago.
The reason forth
Is emotional.
Is not considered a scar.
But I beg to differ
From the one track mind.
That many people carry

I long to show these people
What really goes on
Behind closed doors
Once the lights dim
And the people go home.
When the raging wars start.
And the scars turn into wounds once again.

 
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