By Faith Mondester Every scar tells a story,Every tear holds a truth—But no one seems to care,No one asks how it began. Crying has become routine,A sorrow stitched into her days.Breakdowns come in waves,Yet no one sees her tears. Demeaning words cut deeperThan any sharpened blade.Insults leave lasting wounds—Pain misunderstood, unheard. The ache returns, again, […]