Poetry Of Emma
"The girl with the scars"
I've tried so hard
to forget the pain.
On the day when I reach for the blade
My eyes fill with tears as you stare
If I lift up my arms, what do you see?
You see scars and blood and pain.
While I feel release from the world
You call me a freak, you laugh when
Head hung low, you'll dance when I
You run to mummy to keep safe from
Because I'm just the girl with the
scars on her arm.
One day when you've gone to a lonely
and I'm still the girl with the scars
on her face.
At least I'll be happy when you're
lost in the stars.
Because I'll be more than the girl
with the scars.
Copyright ©2002 Emma Michele Thomas