I see their eyes linger dissaprovingly
my arms are all they see
but never my face
they think I'm crazy
doing everything just for attention
never do they realize what I feel is real
never do they see
the far more lasting scars caused by them
never caring to take even a glance
upon eyes staring out with weak anger
that don't mean it but are afraid to show it
they can't see
what goes on at home where I hate it even more
where I don't have to hide
the pain in my eyes simply because no one cares
where my parents fight because they can
and they hate each other too
too scared am I to leave
even though I want to
so
I see their eyes linger
my arms are all they see
but never my face
but I wish they would
 
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