I wish i could evade or the night could just fade I looked in the mirror... and the scars still stayed My heart thumped fast where to escape.. I heard them laugh the twelve year could not stop. I ran so fast they caught, i cried, and they laughed. The bruises on my heart were deeper than the scars. Now the 20 year old heart still afraid to go that far. Was i to be blamed that night or b'cuz the night could not fight. They said i was at fault or else fault in my stars, I thought maybe it was true "you sure?" said my scars... If that was my fault why did the twelve year last, if that was my fault why mother never taught that my scars are my reward, of being a girl walking in dark. And laughter were theirs for having mustache and a dark heart.