We all have things to hide
Each have secrets,
We choose not to trust anyone
But keep them buried inside,
Mine are the intricate lines of the past
Which wrap round my body
And grew ever so fast.
Each one holds a memory of time I’d rather forget
But can’t, or rather the line won’t let
Me release what’s been and gone:
The childhood I’ve lived and have now escaped from.
And still these markings dictate how I live,
What I do, what I wear, who I lie with.
For it’s hard to find someone who loves you
Despite your scars and is still willing to hold you in their heart
When they know you’re still weak and haven’t come far
From the days you sat on the bench and cried
And couldn’t cheer up although you tried
As you did all you could to hide
The scars, which still hold all your truths
As your childhood map cuts through
And how could mine be so cruel
As to betray me and show my soul?
It opens up and sings like a lark
Of my youth through every mark.
One day I will escape the dark…
And at my skin I want to shout;
I know that soon, I will crawl out.
Original Image by Lucy Roberts