Borderline
She wanted to see me,
so I took of the mask.
Then I told her,
it is harder to answer then ask.
Your scars tell a story, she said,
then I laughed.
And said you do not want to waken,
the ghosts from the past.
She looked into my eyes,
and I think that she saw.
The darkness inside,
and the pain that is raw.
A tear on her cheek,
fell down to the floor.
She whispered, I never knew,
that your soul was this sore.
I do not know why I am cursed,
I told her.
But I was damned to suffer,
a life on the border.
