Scar

 I named my diary 

"Thoughts I could not say aloud" 

It makes sense, doesn't it? 

Especially when you seek validation 

And never speak your mind. 

Afraid of being ousted and rejected.

The scars that form on the ink 

Bloated in my teardrops 

Perhaps represents the hurt 

People can never see on my skin.

But someday, years after I'm gone 

Someone will find these pages

Read them like a book 

And know every word 

That I screamed into my pillow 

In regret, agony and tears.

~ Suranya