Scarred - Part One

Her arms hide
under frills of the past.
She calls it art.
But others might say:
hurt; pain; loss.
If only they knew.
She won't tell them,
her way of expressing herself.
Cutting away at her life,
day by day;
hour by hour;
minute by minute.
Instead, she'll smile.
She'll put on a brave face.
She'll dance; she'll laugh; she'll cry.
She'll cry herself to sleep
every night
in the hope that it might
wash away anger and repent.
She blames herself
for what she saw.
The waves -
then silence.