Ballots scraped into a drab white pad,
Pen half empty of ink so you stabbed,
circular marks bare the evidence of tests,
exposed parts of future pages bare the wrecks.
never the less,
only hears the sound of the scratch.
never a call
no more smells of cigarettes.
keep it inside
opinion I can hide
harbored away for an extended stay,
I'm an open book that prefers to stay shut
not a cartoon depressive
wouldn't fit the stereotype that much
Its a scar
keeps a record
to a touch, distanced from words.