Backhanded Scars

I hide behind words
no one understands
cover up scars
with the back of my hands.
Nobody looks.
Nobody sees,
the darkness inside
drowning me.
They laugh at my stories
of misplaced love
rolling their eyes
to the heavens above.
They don't ask why.
They don't explore,
why I've become someone
not me anymore.
I'm looking for love
to quench my thirst.
Straving for hate,
that makes it worse.
I hide behind whiskey,
and one-night stands,
just to cover the scars
with the back of my hands.