I have many scars that haunt my life.
My legs and my wrists, and inside of my chest.
They taunt me everyday,
they scream to the world "look at this!"
Each one has a story, a secret message.
A reminder of my pain, a symbol of wreckage.
Everyone knows, and its expected,
"Look at the poor girl whos been neglected."
Yeah, that's me, but did I learn my lesson?
It usually happens when I feel rejected,
mainly when im disrespected,
or when im lost and unprotected.
How could you not tell I was disconnected?
That till this day my minds still not collected,
all because in life, I was misdirected.
Can you see all I want is to be accepted?