Unhidden Scars

So, I wrote this poem. I don't write poetry..ever, this is a one time deal so that's why it's not awesome.

I used to love you, but now I don't.
Your bright smile, would shine brighter than
The Sun.
Dark clouds came in, though, and
shadowed your dress from vibrant to
pale yellow.
We all try to remember the sound of your laugh.
The innocent one.
The happy one.
But all we hear now, is the laugh you laugh
as a response to our pain.
I miss my little miss
in her checkered dress.
But she can't wear it anymore.
It is a shame to wear it anymore.
You try to hide the scars,
the scars that someone made on you.
But you can't.
So, you pay it forward.
And make some on someone else.