Hand-me-down Scars
She’s just a girl with the hand-me-down scars
they started on her mother, never meant to be hers
but the screams that echoed and the tears that stained
passed through their family like a hand-me-down name.
She’s just the girl with the hand-me-down smile
full of fake emotion, only lasting a while.
It’s passed during dinner from face to face
she’s just a girl with a past to erase.
She’s just a girl with a hand-me-down blade
stained with crimson, shine starting to fade.
The lines are all jagged and hidden away
if someone should see them, what would they say?
She’s just the girl with the hand-me-down noose
living a lie that was her mother’s truth.
A broken life, a broken heart
She’s the girl looking forward to restart.
they started on her mother, never meant to be hers
but the screams that echoed and the tears that stained
passed through their family like a hand-me-down name.
She’s just the girl with the hand-me-down smile
full of fake emotion, only lasting a while.
It’s passed during dinner from face to face
she’s just a girl with a past to erase.
She’s just a girl with a hand-me-down blade
stained with crimson, shine starting to fade.
The lines are all jagged and hidden away
if someone should see them, what would they say?
She’s just the girl with the hand-me-down noose
living a lie that was her mother’s truth.
A broken life, a broken heart
She’s the girl looking forward to restart.
♠ ♠ ♠
A poem I wrote when I was eleven. I found it recently in an old journal and thought I would share it. I never even noticed how bad I'd gotten at such a young age.