Scars

Scars

She couldn’t see my scars from across the bar

All she saw was a (silhouette of a perfect frame)

She didn’t know about the internal pain

The years of rain

All she saw was my smile

 

The same smile that I hid for so many years

That gorgeous smile that has hidden so many tears

When she glanced at my face

There’s no way that she could have seen the dried up tears

From months of crying about my fears

During the turbulent years that I spent laying

Before the throne of grace

Seeking His face

But at the same time praying that He would

Erase

My Face

From the face of this earth

She doesn’t know about the hurt

Or the cuts on my right thigh

When she looks into my eyes

All she sees is beauty

 

She can’t hear the screaming sounds of my soul

Or the scattered, shattered pieces of my heart

That the last chic stole

She doesn’t understand how my heart can be so cold

My Persona so Bold

Yet inside I’m empty, never to be whole

 

She can’t handle the silent tears

That I cry deep into the night

She couldn’t imagine the internal fight

All she sees is the finished product

Of years of hell

Not the fragments of the empty shell

That I used to be

When she looks at me she sees the

New and Improved Tree

She sees perfection

Something that I’ll never be

But I love my imperfections

Because they make me

Uniquely Me

 

Treesie Zachary, 2016