scars

i look at my wrist
the scars are almost faded.
no one will ever know
the pain i felt.

i look at my sides
the scars are still new and dark.
they look as if they are brand new.
they remind me of the haunting memories.

i fake a smile
so no one suspects
that i could be
the little emo kid.

i wear bright colors
to hide the pain
and i laugh
so i don't cry.

the scars
will soon fade,
but the dark memories
will be there forever.