A Girl

There is a girl i see. With the eyes of a puppy, sad and lost. We make eye contact and she looks away and wipes away a tear that is just the start of a storm. Her raven hair falls to cover her face. Its then that i notice the scars. They are the faintest shade of pink. Barely visable they are ghosts on her skin. What people dont think about is the stories behind them. Each scar is a thousand words untold. Just another chapter in the young girl's life. Rements of happy memories, racing down the streen on a bike, learning how to ride for the first time, she is floating in the air. Some scars dont have that kind of happy story. Lonely nights spent in the dark, just her and her mind. Lost and confused. The girl stands gracefully to leave. She sees me looking at her and slides her sleeve back down her arm to cover the scars. She disapears like mist. Lost in the world.