The Capturing Flame

It seduces me, with its burning flame,
Glowing there, and saying my name.

The colour of lilac is pretty and bright,
As it burns the flesh, and turns fear into light.

The pain is beautiful, like a pretty painting,
And the burn goes deeper and starts scaring.

The moment is branded for eternity on flesh,
It can’t be forgotten, Uh oh, what a mess.

The scar feels punishing, something that I need,
As I take the flame away, I don’t even scream.

It’s become so numb, something I can not feel,
So I do it again, it’s my only shield.

The sting makes me think, of what I did wrong,
As the guilt pours out, in a rhyme, in a song.

I touch the scar, and I start to believe,
That someday soon, I just have to leave.

Cos what I am doing, is shameful and bad,
But it’s all I can do, why does it make them all mad?

The flame is my friend; it can’t lie or be mean,
It can touch me and feel, maybe it’s cos I’m a teen.