Fright

Ten red lines mark her arm, she trys to hide them all the time. She wears a sweatshirt everyday, just to hide what they might say. Her silent screams come out at night.
More lines come at that time.. But she doesnt even try to fight the darkness of the light... she lays in bed wishing she was dead.. the phone rings and she hides her things, and pulls down her sleeve and pretends to leave... her nightmare comes back everynight showing her what she will fright. A picture lines the back of her mind where they will find what she trys to hide.
She wonders if they know whats its like to be afraid to live a life. People are there to beat her down, to smosh her right into the ground, Can you see the horror in her eyes or do you think this is all a lie. She writes this poetry every night hoping it will take away the fright in her light tonight...