We've all been down that road and through the mill,
turned upside down when your smile became a frown and hoping that the wind wouldn't change.
because
Mother said
that your face would be stuck like that forever if the wind did change,
which is strange but not necessarily untrue.

Many years from now
when I get old and
they put me out to grass
I will not pass a remark
I'll go quietly
but I'll also go annoyingly slowly
as one befitting his age.

As for the scars
you only see the ones on the outside
and that's only if you bother to look
and we're all scarred anyway from day one
so
I'm no different but different,

like you
I'll also come to the end
but while I can
I'll still pretend
it's just another nightmare.