It Wasn'T Me Poem by Claire Abbott

Scarred by your poison,
my life will never be the same.
I cannot return to who I was.
My dreams erased with the swipe of your hand.
The brusies may have healed,
the cuts no longer bleed,
yet the scars still stand out white against my skin.

Agony in my mind,
never seems to rest,
constantly thinking I could have done more.
What did I do to deserve this hurt?
Always a fake smile, brave face,
Never show the scars deep inside that fail to heal.

Time does make things better,
slowly I recover and regain my life,
changed though it has, it is mine alone.
The scars are visible for all to see,
Why hide them, I didn't cause them, it wasn't me.