Canvas of Scars

She walks in silence, eyes like storms,

Carrying stories the world deforms.

No lullabies, just shattered dreams,

A canvas of scars painted in screams.

Every step’s a battle cry,

Ghosts of the past never say goodbye.

Bruises fade but traces stay,

Whispering truths she can’t betray.

They see a smile, but never the fall,

She’s learned how to bleed without showing at all.

A canvas of scars, etched in her skin,

Each one a war she never let win.

Painted in silence, brushed by the pain,

Screams in the dark like cold, pouring rain.

But she’s still here, breaking the chains

A masterpiece born from the strain.

Mirrors lie, but her heart remembers,

Fires that burned in endless Decembers.

No white flags, no cries for aid,

She built her throne from every blade.

She wears her wounds like battle art,

Proof of a fire that won't fall apart.

A canvas of scars, etched in her skin,

Each one a war she never let win.

Painted in silence, brushed by the pain,

Screams in the dark like cold, pouring rain.

But she’s still here, breaking the chains

A masterpiece born from the strain.

Let the world stare, let them not see,

The strength it takes just to be free.

She’s not their victim, not their shame

She’s the fire they couldn’t tame.

A canvas of scars, beautiful, bold,

Stories of courage silently told.

Not just the cries, but how she survives,

Sculpted by pain, yet fully alive.

She’s still here rising again,

A living portrait dressed in flame.

A canvas of scars painted in screams,

But now she paints her own wild dreams.