• Bloody scratches.

    Ragged scars.

    You don't see them.

    But I do.

    Fading bruises.

    Filthy hands.

    There is so much I keep from you.

    I'm not flawless.

    I'm not pure.

    I'm not the girl you thought I was.

    These eyes have seen horrors.

    These lips have spoken lies.

    These hands have itched to inflict pain.

    I'm not beautiful.

    You just can't see past the skin.

    You can't see the monster within.