This world was not meant for pretty faces
And bright stars
It was meant
for the ones
with tough hearts and battle scars
Battle scars
that have been mended with time
but remain to remind us we have tough hearts and tough Minds.
Our hearts have been broken
More than once
But we now know to think twice
Before letting anyone else trespass
Into our wonderfully sick lives
And that's okay
We will be just fine
For all we need is a little time.
Time to let our strong hearts stop beating so fast
Time to catch our breath and let the pretty faces pass
I start to assume they are all wearing masks
Just as I wear mine
How many scars lie behind
their all too perfect facade
