Scars

I hide behind a smile, I hide behind my face.
The scars on my arms are in their rightful place.
My legs are stinging from self-inflicted wounds.
Eyes are drying, hoping they'll be better soon.
If you could see into my mind, see how much you mean to me.
You'd also see the hurt I feel, the monster I can be.
Physical pain is nothing compared to whats in my head.
The scars on my hideous body show I'd rather be dead!