My tears come and leave white streaks,
not them themselves but what they reek.
Start out with silver, makes red, pink, and white.
Covered by a tan or a shirt in light.
You don't see them but they're there,
on my arms, marks of despair.
You walk right by and do not see
the pain that marks me as my queen!
The pain it thrives with each new lie,
laughing at me, refusing to die!
I try to tame it with my tears
suppress it shortly, then it reappears.
It does not wish to stay away,
it’s always stalking, I am its pray!
Until a time when I will fall
and then the pain will consume my all.
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