To Anonomous-
I saw you on a crowded street, And you seemed to stand alone. You're smile hid the scars to deep to ever seem to show. Your laughter made the world stand still, And hearts begin to slow. A lone…
the scarred... is one of the most explored themes on Power Poetry, where young poets share their authentic voices and lived experiences. The 1 poems below range from raw first drafts to carefully crafted works — each one a window into how a young writer sees the scarred... in their life. Whether you're looking for inspiration, connection, or just want to know you're not alone, start reading and see what resonates.
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