Just because the scars don’t show
Doesn’t mean they weren’t caused
Doesn’t mean there weren’t victims
Of a mental holocaust.

And while these wounds have long since healed
The reminders, they stay raised
Just waiting for the wrong remark
To start again the craze.

Old memories come flooding back
Of screaming and neglect
Things we’ve blocked out for far too long
And no longer expect.

We know that these are long since gone
And burned bridges rebuilt,
But the thought of a recurrence
Is enough to make us wilt.