The things they do,
They never stop,
No, they don't coo,
They're at the top

They hurt me,
Both physically and verbally,
Unknowingly,
Doing things they can't see

They give me scars,
Make me cry,
Lock me behind my own bars,
Why must I always lie?

They bully and tease,
Leave painful marks,
Hate as they please,
Verbally shoot me with darts

My scars are invisible,
I'm scarred on my arms and in my mind,
The only scar that's visible,
The one I can't hide;
Me