Runaway
While the whirling storm of emotions kept hurting me inside, I tried my best, not to lose my composure, And faked a smile. They say I am bold, They say I am rude. But no one cares to have a look, At those wounds, That I've been hiding all the way through. They say, "Time heals everything." But when I look into the mirror. I can still see those scars, Engraved on my heart, crimson red. No matter how far I run away, Pretending to be okay. The same thought keeps spinning in my head. Will time heal everything as they said?