Shame

I'll pass you by on the street as bruises and scrapes.

I'll be the scream "stop" from a teenage girl that you never heard.

I might even be the blood you clean off a young boy's head?

Shame

I'm in every soul that walks through your doors.

I'm the tears they never show.

I might even be the fear that holds them back from moving towards a greater scare.

Shame

It's funny how well I hide

Perhaps it's all your lies?

Lies

I aide your shame.

I place your rape behind a shade of smiles

I might even be able to keep you going until somebody spots me through your fear of tears.