Scarred

The world is despicable,
Yet the mind is cruel.
Pain comes from the mind,
Cruel thoughts come from the mind
And with that
Scars are formed.
Scars of any kind;
Visible or invisible,
Done or in the making.
I am scarred,
Many are scarred,
It is not the body’s work,
It is not the world’s fault,
It is the mind,
The cruelest of them all.

Rosiana Putri

I'm Rosiana, a seventeen-year-old girl from Indonesia. I have been writing since 6th grade and I couldn't imagine a life without writing. I'm also a big fan of fantasy and Cassandra Clare is my hero.

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