some scars upon our skin.
While some are found on the outside,
others stay within.
He may have a battle wound,
and a heroic tale to tell,
of once upon a time when
his friend was shot, and fell.
She may have a scar from
the cancer that took her hair,
stole some breath from her hard working lungs,
and left her gasping for air.
But amid all of the physical pain
stands a girl with terrified eyes,
whose mind is racing with worry and fear,
and thoughts that she will die.
"Oh how brave!"They chant to the wounded and sick.
"Hooray!" They say to the ill.
"Hmm." They say to the girl with wide eyes.
"Just calm down and take a pill."
"Wait!" She screams!
But it is too late, the people have already gone.
They don't care about her soul rattling cries,
And leave just like the dawn.
"I'm fighting a war that stays in my head,
and I know you don't understand.
Every morning and night I battle the fear,
and mend the strife at hand.
My skull is a barricade,
keeping the warfare shut inside.
Believe me, I have plenty of scars
They are just too easy to hide."
Her words float into silence,
reaching no listening ear.
How can someone be praised for courage,
when no one is there to hear?
But it is too late, the people have already gone.
They don't care about her soul rattling cries,
And leave just like the dawn.
"I'm fighting a war that stays in my head,
and I know you don't understand.
Every morning and night I battle the fear,
and mend the strife at hand.
My skull is a barricade,
keeping the warfare shut inside.
Believe me, I have plenty of scars
They are just too easy to hide."
Her words float into silence,
reaching no listening ear.
How can someone be praised for courage,
when no one is there to hear?
