Scars.

As obscured as they are,
Veracious is their every lie,
Obtrusive can be the pain,
And a exquisite myth in the eye,
Of shattered persona.
Clinched the light,
For the uprising psyche,
Far will be farthest,
Cries and all its sea.
None will appear dark,
From those tormenting days,
Lies lies only on those scars,
And what's left is on glaze.

- SkippyTunaStye