She

When I was younger, I used to cover up my scars

So that she would not see my pain 

Whenever I came over to her house

But sometimes, I wonder if she knew but never told me. 

So that she would not see my pain, 

I would always wear jackets or cardigans, 

And even when it was the hottest, she’d never tell me to take it off. 

Whenever I came to her house, 

She would ask what time I needed to get home, 

And I used to think that she was oblivious. 

But sometimes, I wonder if she knew but never told me, 

But I suppose it does not matter now, 

For He has already made his mark.