I have scars
They are deep and jagged
I keep them hidden
And only a few of my closest friends know they are there.
Those that do, often handle me with kid gloves
In order to keep from causing more pain.
I often see empathy and sympathy in their eyes.
Even though I hide behind a smile,
they know I am in agony.
Those scars are there,
and they are mine, and mine alone to bare.
By Dixie
Written years ago......I don't remember when actually.
I
originally posted this in 2010, however it was composed long before
that. I was going through some of my old posts, and wanted to re-share
it with you.
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