Scars Or Cracks
#1 of Poetry/Songs
Scars Or Cracks
SnakesShadow
This is my first poem that I'm going to put on here. I've not put anything else up since I just haven't had the motivation to do so, but I've got a little bit right now. If you don't know why I'm uploading something like this, check my profile and you'll see. This is a pretty short one and one of the only ones that rhyme, but I will be putting more short ones up since I write most of these on the spot, wherever I am.
Are these scars or cracks that I see upon my skin?
And do they truly tell the story of where I've been?
Because that's what I've been told time and time before
But it doesn't feel that way when I lay down on the floor
Staring at the ceiling
Not ABLE to know how I'm feeling
Because when I get depressed I become numb
More tasteless than a piece of chewed up gum
That's been left under the desk for the teacher to find
Just another example of what's wrong with humankind
At least, that's how they treat me
And then someone else tells me to be like a tree
Tough, strong, and standing tall
But they forget that all trees eventually fall
And, all in all, I'd rather be a mountain
Because it actually shows where I've been
The answer being nowhere
But no one seems to care
Because my cracks aren't scars
They think I earned these while exposed to the stars
When I actually got them while in my bedroom
Locked up so tight it could be an Egyptian tomb
And it would have been if I had cut a little deeper
If my mountain slope had been a little steeper
But, thankfully, I was just left with my scars
Or, as I like to call them, my cracks.
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