🔵 By Troy Glover. Photo by lauragrafie.
I smile when
people look at me.
Happiness on my face.
Being what
I need to be.
But right there what you cannot see
Are invisible scars.
My reality. I’m soft
spoken mixed
with humility.
Kind words they say about
me. What they don’t know is that
my soul is not free.
Invisible scars
have captured me.
Silent cries
wordless pleas,
laughing fears,
standing flees
a lie to a dare,
to be or not to be.
Invisible scars can,
will,
someone heal me?