Behind these scars
Hanging out with only me is becoming frustrating.
Its like hanging out with your worst enemy.
Only its yourself.
No one has passed a glance or ever given me a second chance.
Behind these scars its not all pretending.
Its begging and screaming and contemplating.
Its letting the rest of my frustration out.
These scars have a story.
One that isnt worth your time.
Because you never did pass a glance or give me that second chance,
to let me show you why.