I’ve always been looked at,

But never seen.

A forest covered in charcoal,

Infinite stories hidden by time.

Never given the chance to be read. 

A book without a story.

A face without a name. 

I have stories embedded in my skin.

I’ve always been heard,

But never understood.

A foreign language.

A voice with no sound. 

One day someone will see past the damage. 

See the stories hidden within. 

Never seen, 

Never understood.