Beauty and The Scars

Thu, 10/25/2018 - 12:18 -- a.loya

You may see The Beast
But all I see is Beauty
You may see scars
But I see are untold stories
Stories that were written on skin
Instead of stone
Stories that were meant to be untold

Are now beginning to unfold

 

There is no beast

But the beast inside

Clawing it's way out

She's slowly drowning

In an ocean of emotions

Praying

For someone to hear her screams

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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