Beyond the Surface
By bedazzled •
They see the cuts upon my arms,
And ask how they came to be,
I tell them my dog scratched me,
And dog scratches are all they see,
Suspicion may be planted,
Within the minds of some,
But the seeds shall not grow,
If I don't give them sun,
One was not so naive,
And saw them for what they are,
Someone actually cared,
But I am gone too far,
Someone understood,
And that matters to me,
One saw not the cuts,
But the pain inside of me.