Scars Poem by Rosa Helene Stolarz

He cared not. And I cared too much.
I let him get close in the hope that he would let me close.
I was a fool. My heart was wounded.
The wounds have healed but in their place there are now scars.
The scars are now a reminder.
A reminder that others will hurt you.
That they don't care for you.
A reminder that you cannot trust people.
That they lie. And lie. And lie. And lie some more.
That they don't care when their lies hurt others.