Bite Marks and Bloodstains

I stare at bite marks that are still there,
No matter how long it’s been,
Scars are still right there,
Where they can never be seen,
By everyone who stood just right there.

A vicious dog that had a gentle face,
Teeth that I thought weren’t sharp,
Left bloodstains and bite marks.

No one would believe me,
If I ever told,
The story of the girl,
Who cried dog.