Who she is
The scars of her past
Hidden under her clothes
Are a road map to places
That nobody goes
Her smile is a mask,
She's a master of disguise,
But if you really knew her,
You could see it in her eyes
The tears flow down
And fall off her nose
As she cries in corners
That nobody goes
Her eyes tell a story
Of anger and pain
Her past is a mistake
Her life, Just a stain
Posted Aug 21, 2018, 3:41 PM UTC
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