Behind her..

Behind her striking brown eyes
Fears arise;
Secrets are hidden
And lies are forbidden.

Behind her lightly scarred wrists
Is a story waiting to be told.
Tears that were cried
And a soul that has died.

Behind her books and stories
She loves to write
Is an escape route,
An unheard shout.

Behind her bloody lips
Words wait to be said.
But instead are written down
Not to be found.

Behind this dreadful poem
Is another waiting
Hurt written down
To change the constant frown