I am no good, for a man,
From young and old both, I only ran,

Their face reminds me of the ruthless monster,
That notched my flesh, like I was a roadside wrapper,

Very few managed to stand out and be different,
Stuck at my body, all else were stagnant,

For crushing a bud, for my pensive state of mind,
A few were responsible, rest tried their best to reconcile,

What was done and what I am left with,
A mere brush of hand is enough to trigger my anguish,

How to hold a lover and not see the charred parts,
I am having tough time, hiding my scars,

One moment, I crave for love, try to reach,
Faking a laugh louder than my screech,

Tell my man, to look away and give up on me,
Let my shredded soul linger, don't let him see,

He will be hurt beyond repair, stepping on my morass,
His fingers will fall short counting the wounds in my stash!

- Your ABR