'nother stream o'consciousness

Scarred and scared
fearing everything there
hating responses
and faking glad airs.
Angels are falling
and demons are winning
battle not ending
'til all hope is lost
and that never will happen.
The scar, it means something
and still nothing at all
yet the tiny white line
hides what's truly inside.
Nothing makes sense
maybe that is the key
to letting them know
who is the real me.
The angels still fall
out of God's grace and mine
as they no longer protect me
from the evil within.
No, they can't save me
but I can save me on my own
from the fear and the terror
and the scars in my soul.
No, not by myself
but with help from two sources.
One knows
the other doesn't
yet both are instrumental.
Sometimes I ignore
the one who truly knows
which is a sin of my own
yet He forgives this fault
but still, the other can't know.
It all comes down to the scar.