People say it's pretty,

But i couldn't help it and hide it..

Not showing the part of me

to those who bully me haunts

my dreams every day

for i hope this mark with go away soon.

for every time i try  to wash it away

down the drain it should go..

Thinking of others saying in their minds

" Look at the mark

it looks like a wrong answer that someone try to rid

but left the shatters around for not picking the pieces up

like my heart for so hurt

that i can't bear the look in the mirror

For it shows in my shoulder ....




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