Swastika Scar

I walk into a room and I sit down.

There in the wood of the desk is a scar.

Something I ignoratley ignored.

But I know now.

I am the perfect victim and target.

I sit at the desk and look at it's scar.
And I want to cry because I know it's for me.
Typeofmyworld Typeofmyworld
18-21, F
May 6, 2012