Scars Poem by Kathryn Miller

My scars are of a special kind,
You may not be able to see them,
But they exist none the less,
From years of torment and hate,
My heart brital and weak,
Not able to feel for anything,
Nothing effects me anymore,
Rumors spread about me,
Negative things,
Nasty things,
I haven't been beaten,
But I have been scared,
With words from uncaring people,
But I say no more,
i am standing up for the poeple who can't,
this wont happen to another inocent soul,
Because though the scars aren't visble,
They hurt worse and longer.