Reflections

Some people
wear their hearts on their sleeves
i wear my soul on my arms
a patchwork doll
Frankenstein's monster

you can see the scars
on my arms
but not the ones
on the child within

left alone in the dark
until the darkness crept within
where were you
when i needed you the most

i need your protection
not your disapproval
instead of holding my hand
you taught me not to cry

instead of lifting me
up on your shoulders
you tried to beat me down

well my spirit is not broken
only hurt
for one day
i will learn to cry