Having scars can hurt someone

Not the scars that you think

But even having just one

Can make that person sink

A spiraling toil with ones mind

They barely know if they have time

What do they see when their confined

A tightrope of thread with a small chime

But that chime can only grow

When they choose to set it aside

Pushing it down is an easy show

But the inside slowly died

emotion falls on this tightrope of thread

Slowly chewing on how they feeled

They tried to smile but it only fled

But they escape being revealed

The feeling of facing the truth

Is like ripping off a bandage

The pain that it will produce

creates such a disadvantage

The darkness only swallows

Ripping them to shred

Never in the shallows

Of this thigh rope of thread

But don’t be frightened

for light can be found

deep in the dark end

Of that stone cold ground