We’re the
Scarred
Don’t
bless me or you’ll make me cry
Don’t hug
or caress or kiss me for I might die
So cold
this world filled with loneliness
Façade
world where images of love taunt
Addicted
to feel artificial love as the drug kisses
Nobody to
see, nobody to care if it hits or misses
Look at
me so normal as I smile with hidden sadness
One word
or look of gentleness and; confused gladness
I have
lost emotions that I cannot remember
Sense
memory of loving human touch is a mere cinder
The death
of emotion, that defense to go on living
Mental
issues of the shamed in a world demanding the ideal
Move past
and miss the scars
Standing
next to me the pretty face with visible scars
Technology
be damned, you still can’t deal with mental scratches
Cuts from
life leave scars and we’re the scarred batches
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