I've learned to fake a smile.
I've learned to fake a laugh.
I've learned to fake happiness.

But you've yet to learn that I'm fake

What do you see?

Do you see her tears hidden behind her big brown eyes
Do you see her scars hidden well underneath her clothes
Do you see her pain trembling inside her broken body

Do you see anything?

Excuses and lies are they not the same thing?

I'll treat these scars as souvenirs...

Each one as a reminder of every dark road ever riden.