Hidden underneath my scars,
This was always the hardest part,
To bleed my true identity,
I don't understand what life has done to me.
Breathing from the inside out,
I close my eyes,
My tears slowly shout.
A broken bruise,
In a fallen heart,
I don't know who I am,
I didn't from the start.
You say you know me,
But you really don't,
You see the Hurt,
That once had shadowed me.
I lie to you,
Because you lie to me,
When you say Im beautiful,
The inevitable truth is seen.
I cover my pain,
I smile through tears,
This is me faking,
I've done it all these years.
You will never know,
What I truly feel,
You will never see,
Who I really am,
Because not even I,
Know that person.
Other than the scars I have left,
And the pain I seem to leave,
You are nothing but an infigment of my imagination.
You are the Scars of my Imagination.