Tales of a Drowning Soul

Scars

I hate

My scars.

Physical

And mental.

They scare people.

I will open up,

And then they see my scars,

My little imperfections,

And they shrink back, 

Into their shallow, 

Narrow-mind.

I try to cover them up.

But you can't unsee them.

And I can't scrub them off.

So I must bear them

With false hope,

That one day someone

Will see me for me.

Scars

Or

No

Scars.

–Grey