Things I Can't Say

It’s the first day of school.
Different town, different clothes, no friends,
Again…

“Tell me something interesting about yourself.”
I laugh,
Sigh
And think, because there are so many things I could
Say.

I think about the years I spent
Locked away, in safety,
Afraid of almost anything that went
“Vroom”

I think about all the times I tried to
Run away,
Seventeen in total,
But could never follow through.

I think about all the scars
I carry around on
My wrists
Because erasers don’t take them away,
Just add onto them,
Like a collage.

I think about all the things I
Could say,
But never do.

I paste on a fake smile
And say
“I’m an author”