The Silver Demon

My body tells a story,
not everyone can see,
because these cuts, bruises, and burns,
are only known to me.

Nobody has a clue,
because of the smile that I fake,
they don't know I'm dying inside,
or how my mind and soul ache.

I could stand before you,
and you wouldn't have a clue,
of all the self inflicted wounds,
or how many of them are new.

They are not in traditional places,
so I can hide them with ease,
keeping them hidden from everyone,
so they will not be displeased.

Because everyone has got their own problems,
they don't need to know mine as well,
so I end up locking my pain inside,
in its very own little cell.

These scars soon become windows,
to the pain hidden within,
you can catch a glimpse of my falling apart,
when I proceed to commit my sin.

But quick as a flash it's gone,
hidden from all but me.
and the windows are soon locked up tight,
so no one can possibly see.

They can't see the demon inside of me,
the one who appears when my tool is near,
it pushes me over and takes control,
and it's already won I fear.

I'm to weak to try and fight it,
so I succumb to it's demands,
simply by buying extra long sleeves,
that run from my shoulders to hands.

My wrists and face are scar free,
but everywhere else is a mess,
because if they saw a scar on my wrist,
my habit they might soon guess.

So my story stays untold,
and never will they know,
for I am "The Normal One",
who's smile is just for show.

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