From Scars to Me

Many opportunities mistaken with fear

Fear of reject

Fear of life 

Fear of the world

Who would've known

Many times looking for an escape route

From it all

From the sinking walls 

Throat on fire

Can anyone save me?

Not just any butterflies

I thought butterflies were supposed to be nice

Nice and beautiful 

But they are gruesome 

I wanna cry but the tears aren't there

I feel them but they are not there

When i'm alone is when i'm the most sane 

At peace, at calm

Send help if there is help

But the help probably won't help

I want it back

I want happiness 

Happiness seems nice

Is it nice?  

Smiles ear to ear

The pain it hides runs deep within me

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This poem is about: 
Me

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