So many scars are slashed across me <br />tears too many to number have been shed <br />Pain seems to be my constant companion <br />Misery always my only friend <br /> <br />Will anyone ever see past my imperfections <br />or find my spark that has been dormant all these years <br />Is there somebody in this world who can see through the masks <br />and discover the beauty that this weary soul posseses <br /> <br />My heart is tired of the rigid solitude <br />my mind is ready for the sun that only Love can bring <br />but if this hopeless dream shall ever be fulfilled <br />only the spirits above seem to know.<br /><br />Deana Rode<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2006-words-of-the-lonely/
