Scars of pain fill my soul, My tale of frustration has yet to be let out, The crimson blood gathering on my pale skin. Infinitive cruel names reply in my mind, Raging about, searching for the right way out, This is my way of setting my heart free of these emotions. Feeling such as regret also comes through my mind, Forcing my eyes to look at my sad arms, Forcing tears to enter my infected wounds. So here I am, crying on the floor, Observing what high school has done to me, Realizing that I will forever see the sight of scars.