The Bruises

Cuts and scrapes
decorate your pretty face
you laugh and evade my questions
you say you fell
on the way here
But what you don't know
is that I saw
the fist shaped bruise
I see all the bruises
But pretend they don't exist
in hopes that one day
they will go away
for good

But this has gone too far
They will pay for all the pain
I've seen you suffer
for every mark they put on you
They will suffer eternally

(Another common story)