While the whirling storm of emotions kept hurting me inside,
I tried my best, not to lose my composure,
And faked a smile.
They say I am bold,
They say I am rude.
But no one cares to have a look,
At those wounds,
That I've been hiding all the way through.
They say, "Time heals everything."
But when I look into the mirror.
I can still see those scars,
Engraved on my heart, crimson red.
No matter how far I run away,
Pretending to be okay.
The same thought keeps spinning in my head.
Will time heal everything as they said?