Beauty marks can be beautiful,

but what if they were permanently stuck to you like the bracelet that hides the wounds leaving many so clueless on the opposite side of the room.

There is help waiting for you but you keep running when there's no need too, but you are strong when you keep fighting to survive

You walk around all day faking anger to cover up your smile, with tears in your eyes when everyone knows deep down if they were living your lifestyle they would in fact for deed forever probably die

and there's no way out so why hide it you must speak up what pleasure is there in being low sound silent when it's obvious your crying now

queen! your voice can be the siren for the pain of many there is no time on your healing and there is no expiration date on your story