SCARS

Had it torn** had me scorned; I'm one of the few people who know how it feels to wear a crown of thorns. Scars on my hands, scars on my feet, scars in my heart. Beaten outwardly and inwardly, never had the liberty to be anything more...just a lamb in a world full of carnivores. I was deceived by the cloud that appears white. I'm a man that constantly gets beaten by a rod... the rod of lies, the rod of shame, the rod of betrayal. I'm starting to wilt and I got no one left to blame. Faking smile in the face of depression. Known on the outside but people cannot fathom my type of BEING. An introvert, a reserved person who never gave birth to the zeal of the commoners. Bruises on my skin, bruises on my bones, trying not to tailspin. So many scars feel like I am not even human, yeah I'm an alien from MARS. Don't be skeptical, that is the truth, you don't need Sherlock Holmes to figure it out. 'Hey, people have it worse than you', well that may be true, it's all relative until it happens to you!. Do you know what I've been through?. Do you know what it's like being in an environment of lions when you're a caribou?. Yeah, you have no clue. Oh! how wicked the heart of man. Dropped down ON ALL FOURS while offering the priceless, the land of Hades released its representative. A writing Mathematician