Beneath Her Skin

“She is no one in particular, but in general so many. She has learned so well to hide her pains, to ignore her tears, to close her in herself.” Burnt skin has, Healed and cured. Fading bronze lines, Now mark her skin. Beneath her skin; The pain, the hurt, That rots and sizzles, Torments into the night. She is determined. To hold a straight face; To twist her lips, To justify her smile. She learns so well. She hides, carelessly Brushing away her tears; Her forever branded soul. So hard she tries, To save her, In vain, pushing, dragging, Deceiving, from herself.