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Invisible Scars

Rating: 5.0

Your words, like whips, that swing through the air
Unbidden. But no one seems to care;
life goes on. No one knows how I feel
when my skin stings: the whips, for me, are real.

With every syllable you voice, I hurt inside.
My organs are scarred, my hands are tied.
I'm covered in blisters, and bruises - such pain
as this, I experience again and again.

In silence I suffer; the world knows not my fear
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POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
My best friend and I were not on speaking terms when I wrote this; she kept backstabbing me and then denying it. The words in the poem are hers.
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
S M 09 March 2014

a nice poemm expressing what happens in bulling most probably or a friend backstabbing.. both are such bad experiances....

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