The Clincher

I accuse her
quite jokingly
asking questions
inquiringly

showing me her
arms,quite bare
as if to prove
that northing's there

avoiding my eyes
for a moment or so
her scars mental,
they don't show

invisibly, her eyes
bleed with tears
holding back
her hidden fears

a mother who thinks
she's a terrible child
a list of reasons
she's compiled

a father
who smokes
a brother
that tokes

wearing a mask
eyes showing through
what was left of her
know one knew

all they see are
her gloating taunts
but never really looking
to see what she wants

please, just
love her
she's only human.
thats The Clincher.