My scars reveal,
a tempered child,
who’s will to live,
is meek and mild.

My wretched life,
full of heartache and fear,
a thunderous rage,
that no one can hear.

My scars reveal,
a loss of control,
my happiness and joy,
buried in some hole.

An ugly mind,
entangled with frustration,
a broken heart,
no desire or determination.