The cracks are on the inside
In case you didn’t know
I cover them with smiles and laughter
So the wounds they do not show

The cracks are growing deeper
And though they do not bleed
Allow the pain to penetrate
And so my fears on this they feed

The cracks cannot be mended
By application of another
As my worthiness cannot be measured
In terms of my value to a lover

And so my cracks begin to surface
And though from them I try to hide
I know I’ve earn’t each one, each battle scar
And like medals, should be worn with pride

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