From The Quill

 Every scar is a reminder of people, places and things. Lost and found in the debris, of our long lost memories, Every scar is who we are, inside out. Sometimes you see them, and sometimes they are hidden In the mind of the Victim. Every scar is a milestone, of becoming  Someone you are not. Of doing things you never imagined you could. Of facing reality, carrying on and moving ahead No matter what comes your way. And then, with words, carefully chosen Every scar becomes Poetry. ~ Suranya

 Your manipulative brain often plays  Tricks on people to your favour.  Your indecisive heart often hurts,  In a loop of ego and winning pride. Like a Gargoyle protecting your soul  Your mind doesn't let the world see  The real, raw, flawed you;  Afraid perhaps of being vulnerable  With your scars. © Suranya