Battle Scars
See my battle scars?
I'm a warrior,
fighting in a horrible war,
in my own head,
how can I fight,
when the enemy is me?
I wonder if death would free me,
from this agony,
I hide behind walls I built myself,
stuck in an asylum in my head,
all the rest of the world sees
a happy girl.
But all I see are battle scars.
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