Visible Sign Poem by Tiffany Saxon

One hits thee with a switch,
jumping hard made one flinch.
Running around the house like one
struck gold,
Scolding images unfold from your
damaged soul.
Hiding
Shying
and lying takes precedence over the sacrifices
of one's past,
Wondering and debating how long will this secret
convenience last?
Desperate searches for away out,
Hit's thee with a dramatic blast.
Yet scratches, backlashes, running dashes
and gashes sing a lonely song.
Not telling anyone is a reminder that you've
been wrong.
Pretending,
Scares never mending and defending your pieces of
mind will never come in time
that's why one keeps lying
So there's no show of a visible sign.