Scars

I see them all the time
I cannot escape them
They are all over me
Taunting me
Haunting me
Reminding me of things
I wish I could forget
People see them
And look away
I can see it in their eyes
They do not know what
To say to me
To confront me?
To ignore them?
To judge me?
To offend me?
To even care what
Their words could mean
To me and what kind
Of effect they might have
On me
I am ashamed of them
Yet so proud
I hate them
Yet I aceept
That I have them
They are part of my past
They are me
These are my scars
Can you see them?
Both external and internal
These are my scars
Can you see them?
They are part of me
And the person
I have become
These are my scars
They broke my skin
And are healing slowly
They will fade
These are my scars
This is my soul
Out in the openPrinted on me skin
In the open
This is me
And these are my scars


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