There once was a time
We lived without our scars.
At least, there was a time I lived without mine.
Most are good, but some also have extras.
Most are just mental memories that we still carry,
Ones that vanish in front of a camera.
No longer cute and harmless,
We now have defense.
But the consciousness of age comes with variants of light and darkness.
But through thick and thin, our scars stay with us.
July 20, 2016
I don't know. Crapy poem inspired by the song Stressed Out.
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The Rhythmic, Blue Cat
PoetryThis is my poem book. Enjoy, since many people have enjoyed my poems! These are my feelings, so please do keep that in mind. Yes, the cover is Bluestar. I couldn't find a blue cat other than her, who is arguably the most famous blue cat.
