Swastika ScarI 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 18-21, F 0 May 6, 2012