the faded scars running along my soul,
my body and my mind
the subtle curves of my bones,
and the marks on my skin.
my voice and my smile,
the darkness and the light in my eyes
are little pieces to the puzzle,
that i like to call mine.
the flinch to a touch
and the happiness to little memories,
the urgency to hold people,
and treasure them forever.
the hard headed courage
and the sensitive little moments,
the hurricane of emotions
are what hold me together.
i am what you see;
a collage of different images
the society feeds to me.
oh but darling,
hidden underneath,
is a raw version of me.
