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I see the scars as I peel away the rags

Battered and bruised, I feel my shame.

I see the beings I hold most dear,

As they rip and scream and laugh.

I see them now,

Twenty years since my birth,

I see their hidden hate,

I hear their private jokes.

I recall their smiles,

Their words of no regret

I feel the knife as it cuts away,

Deeper and deeper it goes,

Taking a part of me with every strike

I try to hide,

But I cannot

I try to be strong,

But I cannot

So I turn away from my reflection,

As I hear the words of those I hold dear.

They scratch and they claw,

And they pull and they throw

So I close my eyes as I attempt to take my nights rest,

And see the scars as I rip away the rags,

But they drag me down,

Deeper and deeper I go,

As I hear the words of those I hold dear.

I try to be strong,

But I cannot

So I await the sun as it shows a new day,

And throw on the rags to hide my scars,

As I walk again to meet with,

Those I hold dear.