Hidden deep within the reservoirs of our beings
Traced back to times past
Shadows
Alleys
Thin corridors
That trap us into a vortex of regret
That grip us with crippling pain Around our necks
Anger
Resentment
And..can't think
Again and again and again
This ride is sick
What of it
Who is it
The scar
I can feel it
Smell it
Defiled
Deformed
Not how I was born
How I became
When life came my way
I dress myself
Put gloss on my face
Smile to cover the evidence of my current state
Limited
Bound
Off guard
I do frown
Push back
Closed up
Bottled up
Messed up
But you can't tell
Because I'm dressed up
Gloss on my face to hide the trace
That leads to the scar on my heart
Screaming but can't be heard
Running but can't outrun
Winning but can't win enough
Losing again what I've already lost before
Pulling skin like a crazy man
Ripping veins deep within
Metaphorically of course
Actually it's worse
Scars mar
Rearrange the site
Misdirect the fight
Allusions of the worse outcome
Create fear that makes one run
Disillusioned
Confusion
Rooted in that line upon the heart
That dam scar
No antidote at the store
No drink can restore
Money That's funny
Most strinks stinks
Friends?
What's that
One source alone can disolve
Remove
Restore
Make new
Go back to that entry way
Go back until you find the place
See it
Feel it
Grab hold now
Forgive it
Forgive them
And live again
This alone can remove that damming scar
Within
Upon
And around
Your heart
Deeper than the skin that covers us
Not always drawing blood from us
Scars upon the heart