Society's Views

Final Assignment

Class: Life

Audience: Society

Scars

An Original Piece 

Muse .................................................................................................................................Pain

Medium ...............................................................................................................................Metal

Colors ............................................................................................Red and Copper

Canvas .............................................................................................................................Broken

Results .............................................................................................................................Relief

Comments:  Not good enough, never will be.
Final Grade: FAILURE

Wanna See?

The truth will set you free, huh?

I told the truth, except, I lost everything I valued.

I lost you, your trust, your love...

I'm sorry.

I know you probably hate me.

It's okay, because I hate me too.

I have the scars to prove it.

Wanna see?

And the Mask Comes Off...

Shoulders trembling
From the sobs that wrack my body.
Tears slip from my cheeks,
Only to fall on the blade that
Shreds my skin.

I used to be able to pretend,

That everything was okay,

but lately, I just can't. 

I can't take it anymore.

The facade has finally shattered.

And despite that,

You still ignore 

What's right in front of you.

You continue to let me suffer,

In silence eternal.

"It's getting worse and I'm just so broken. 

I'm completely submerged, with no sense of direction. 

No idea how to keep my head above the water."

Pretty Red Lines

Those pretty red lines didn't just appear

 They were put there intentionally

 On my worst days, in my darkest moments

I don't expect you to understand

 And I would be foolish to hope you could

 After all, that hope is what got me here in the first place.

Scars

They say that the marks we leave on the world are too often scars, but I think that's a good thing. The world has scarred me in so many ways. And those scars will never fade. They can never be forgotten, so I want my mark to be a scar. I want my vengeance.