fault is in me

I am wounded and the pain cuts deep but all l allow you to see are scars scars of a covered broken skin yet my soul remains so burned and bruised the fault still lies in me lt is not about to heal in me There is a seternity and smile l carry on me then within me lies the agony,anguish and tears my tears never dried from the crash that took a toll on my peace my person never got me back. all l kept was tatters and shreds and learned to appear right yet the fault lies in me and it is not about to heal There is a love and warmth l have trained to give l have learned to smile and stay cold on heart l have learned to hug with my hand and no heart too l have mechanically built me to give the love yet all l have is cold and frustration and detachment all l have is the fault in me and it is not about to heal.