A head full of scars
Not from barbs and bars
Or even a stray car
No
They’re from the pain of life
They make me friendly but distant
Doing my best to survive existence
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The scars outside Are nothing compared to those on the inside The ones we use lies to hide Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
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Personally, I don't think my best is going to cut it.
What a deep poem, sad, because it seems you are just existing with no joy.