From the flame a scar remains,
Frome the glass the slit will stay,
the shattered insides still not fixed till this day,
though the burning pain always fades away.

The daggers spoken cause no visible pain,
the mind now contaminated by beliefs forced upon them,
the mind a voice of its own making no room or space,
but yet still no external need to pay.

No apology can turn back time.
No apology...