My Bundle Of Poems

Scars

Just a blemish on my skin.

Another line running thin.

I'll never be perfection.

I will cut again.

It's just another scar.

Encasing my feelings far.

Closing the lid on the jar.

Feeling like I'm encased in tar.

Its not like anyone will care.

If i send my soul down there.

I know it won't float to the air.

Reality was more than i could bear.