Cowards Hiding in the Dark

The bruises, the scars, the memories
Those who ignore these things are truly cowards.
How can they not notice?
The bruises, the scars, the memories

My life is not mine.
He controls every movement, every thought,
Every moment. Why must I be like a
Flag being blown by the wind?

I am a doll.
I'm his rag doll he throws around like
The waves against the shore;
Withering away.

Though the bruises, the scars,
The memories will
Linger on my mind and body for what seems
Like an eternity.
I am not a doll but
A person.
My life is mine!
I like the shore
Will always be here.
My scars will not always be noticed
But when they are not
I will shout from the rooftops!
But those who ignore these things are still cowards.