Invisible Aftermath

Sometimes I have to wonder

If I might have a possible

Career as ann actress one day

Since I seem to fool everyone

 

The bruises, cuts & scars

Are things I don't try to hide

Anymore, not since I learned to

Accept them as badges of bravery

 

Yet people seem to not notice them

Instead believing my words, my lies

That I'm fine, home life is wonderful

Am I that good at pretending?

 

I guess I am since everyone just

Ignores me and my visible scars

I'm invisible to them, and so is

The results of the storms at home

 

My body has become the aftermath

Of my stepdad's angry drinking and

My mother's crazy coke-snorting addiction

Yet no one seems to ever notice

 

I'm just invisible aftermath

But how can that be? SOMEONE

notices damage done from storms right?

Right, but they don't always do something