Sometimes we show our scars,
Others trail their fingers over them,
Never understanding how deep they run.

Sometimes we admit our flaws,
Others recognize they have them too,
Pointing at them like we're a sideshow attraction.

Sometimes we have our triggers,
Others feed the fire like gasoline,
Never caring how violently we burn.

Sometimes we tell our pain,
We share the story to the listening ears,
Never realizing that we've saved someone else.