We all have scars,

some we cannot see,

some we cannot explain,

some we cannot boast about to others.

We hide them behind the mask that we create,

And every once in awhile someone steps in,

and gently urges us to remove it.

They take our hand and clam to understand,

and dazzle us with their experiences.

And if removed,

it is said,

if they do not smile,

they will frown.

And both of these are not proper reactions.

And many masks are worn,

and all that last through the storms,

and the sun compels us to remove them on sunny days.

one thought of a time,

is said to keep us inline until the setting sun.

And if brilliance comes from pain, then let the cross be born.

Where is the love, that I had then?

Even if it was in a false sense.

I believed it to be true.

Special Angels

I have been so grateful to touch,

but will never understand what I find.

Or perhaps, don't want to.

And when pain is loved, there are only tears in dreams.

I think I know, but I don't at least that is what the world says,

but I believe me...