Scars

Hidden beneath
Those clothes,
Those skin,
Those thick layers of flesh.
Scars.
Deep within.
Burn marks on her legs,
Cuts on her arms,
Bruises on her chest,
Blood, they're everywhere.
They'll keep her sane.
Keep her alive.
But through all those pain,
She wish she should've died.
But she was special,
She had a powerful gift.
Telekinesis.
She can lift you up,
Throw you into a wall.
She can mess with your mind.
Hallucination.
Your worst nightmare.
Your greatest desires.
Beware.
Though kind is her heart,
Dark is her soul.
She could've just died.
Yet she chose to carry on.