The Face of Scribbles

The Face of Scribbles

The face I carry daily

That is not the true me

Depression and emotional scars

Confusion and history of life

Dirtying, my once pure life

Scribbling out my distorted face

I no longer resemble myself

Scars ripping through

I no longer recognise myself

Each day I try to rewrite my life

I cannot erase my previous life

The scars are dug so deep

They cut me through

My daily mask

Covers this internal madness

Only the poetess shines through

The face of scribbles

Toria

10/3/2023