Scars.
They don't just last a lifetime.
They can also tell a story.
Maybe of the time you fell off your bike.
Or when you tripped over your own feet.
My scars,
They don't just tell a story
From my reckless childhood.
My scars arent just reminders of forgotten memories.
My scars have left memories so deep
Scarring so bad,
They will haunt me forever.
My scars are real.
They tell a story of suffering,
Of confusion,
Of what was inside that I somehow
could'nt tell a world.
Now my scars,
Old yet still fresh in my mind
Tell my story to the entire world,
Displaying my pain,
my sorrow,
On my arms.