Hiding

I don't think about the things I do...
The things I want the things I need, I think that they just come to me.
Everything takes time, like healing
It's not like I don't see the scars, I just choose not to believe them,
You look at me and say you see the pain
But all you see is the evidence of me not being able to restrain.
I hide my eyes behind my hair, I try not to give you the key thats there,
Clothes cover up my body and the marrs
And you close me up behind your bars,
because you think that somehow it will protect me...
Lovely!