Her Secrets, Her Scars

A Poem

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oh, she’d never say a word
if she could help it,
and they watched her
fall apart.

oh, she was a good girl —
once upon a time, perhaps —
but no one ever saw
how she cried.

oh, she’s myth and magic
when she wants to be,
but no one traces her scars
because she’ll never show them.

oh, secrets pull behind her lips,
but no one will hear them
until the time is right
and the tears dry.

oh, she’s a fighter,
but she doesn’t play dirty —
not like all the rest, at least,
who vie for first blood.

oh, she thought
she’d find a prince,
but then she realized
she liked princesses better.

oh, you think you know her
from just one glance
because the pretty ones
have it so easy, huh?