She looked in the mirror,
Scars all over her face,
This she could deal with.
All from that day,
When he tried to kill her,
Scars all over her body.
But the worst,
You could not see,
Her mind,
Stored the memory like a computer.
It went through her head everyday,
Disorders because of it,
Permanent pain,
Physical,
Mental,
But the worst was invisible.
Another nice Lola poem – insightful, real, painful.