The Inside

I'm missing parts you can not see
Its not like riding in a wheelchair with one leg
Its not like carrying a bag with one arm because the other is gone
Its not like using a cane to help you see
I look fine therefore I must be fine

The scars on the outside have faded
What once was large and glaring has blended
I'm the only one that sees them anymore
The passage of time took care of those

The wounds on the inside will only fade
They will never go away