Black Scars and Blue Eyes

I seen her the other day down on Easy Street,
Draped in good intentions; walking with poise,
Flashing a milky smile and a heart of concrete -
She's got veins running with shimmering gold.

She followed the dotted path along the road,
As she played off her pain in Hollywood style;
But on her fragile arms; it silently showed -
The stories that she hid in her smiling eyes.

And he's got her on a short leash as he follows her,
Yelling and screaming at the top of his lungs,
And she falls to her face, the nameless faces a blur;
As she rolls down her sleeves and covers her eyes.

So ashamed of the life that she continues to lead,
She walks away with tears streaming down her face,
And her black scars and blue eyes do mislead -
The life that she puts on to hide away her broken home.

-Jenna Elphick
July 8, 2007

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Just to go along with the saying "Don't judge a book by its cover". The happiest person you know may be going through this; keep a very watchful eye.