Concentration Camp

You try your best,
To cover your wounds with what you do,
But no matter what, your scars cover your body,
The innocence we have runs all over our body,
And when we find something more,
That we cannot believe yet still happens in our world,
Like our own brother touching you in the unholiest of ways,
And the okay from our most beloved parent to do so,
You wonder if your the one going insane,
But broken beneath us is our child like innocence,
That still hides within us,
And comes out every now and again to remind us who we are,
You hide within what you do,
In order to keep your concentration,
Because without your concentration, is when you start to go insane,
If you knew what you really thought then you might not ever love again,
If you knew what you really thought you might not be your own friend,
If you knew what you really thought you might never see anything the same again,
But I need my concentration so I never see the world as it is and I never have to see me for who I really am,
There are so many parts of me you'll never know,
And so many things you'll never see,
Because if you knew the truth you'd never see me for who I am,
It would all merely be sand in time and you'd soon forget,
As it all seems to fade away,
None of this will ever make since to you because this is just the rambling in my head.