Scars No One Sees

They speak of loyalty and the blood beneath the skin. But they don't speak of the nightmare

that you were trapped within. They wear a mask so neighbors never know.

But when the door is locked, they let the true colors show. A storm without

a warning, a mind game played to break, teaching their love was just a promise

they would fake. They judge a survivor, by the scars from the fight. But they never felt

the terror in the middle of the night. They don't ask why you left. But what made you

break. They don't ask just how much pain a soul can take. You learn so young

to smile instead of scream. To paint over bruises and bury the dream. If the hands that