• Red Scars
    I look at my arms, they sort of sting;
    Ten seconds later; long red lines
    Appear, they sting to the touch;
    But feel better after a while, where did they come from?
    I look at my fingers with the nails so long;
    I have nails like a wild animal; why don’t I cut them?
    Where did these red lines come from?
    Wear long sleeves so no questions are asked;
    But wait someone saw the marks they ask but I do not say anything
    As I cover my arms back up and act as though they saw nothing,
    Where did these come from?
    I walk and don’t look back…
    Because when I look back the lines on my arms
    Appear, with more than I had before…
    Where did they come from?