SPOKEN SCARS

Do they even realise what words can do? How they cut so deep, how they feel so true? A careless phrase, a cruel remark, Can dim the soul, can leave a mark. Their voices echo in the quiet night, Stealing peace, suppressing light. In every laugh, in every cry, That one harsh word still lingers by. The mind replays it, again, again, A silent scream, a hidden pain. And in the dark, I fall apart— Their words still whisper to my heart. Am I that wrong? Am I that flawed? Just for being me... am I outlawed? The question rises, won’t let go— A seed of doubt that starts to grow. So if you speak, please speak with care, Your words can heal or strip me bare. A single line, so small, so slight— Could be someone's endless fight.