They come from big to small,

To some you cannot see at all,

Trying to hide them is a waste of time,

For people can still see them if you are feeling fine,

The worst or all are the ones you cannot see,

For you are getting torn apart inside just like me,

I try and you try but we fall,

Having a scarred heart is the worst of all.

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