These bracelets hide my mistakes, my lies, my scars.
Am I still beautiful with these scars?
They remind me,
Remind me of what I have done.
What I could have done.
I hide them, they tell the truth.
I don't want the truth to be set free.
I'm ashamed,
But then, they remind me.
And it's good to be reminded of what happened.
The constant reminder keeps me sane.
Sane, hm, how silly.
Would a sane person do this?
Yes, a sane person would.
Just because you make my scars
Out to be mistakes,
I make them out to make me stronger.
So, I still ponder the question
Am I still beautiful with these scars?
They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
It's true, these scars make me beautiful.
The strength to stop something that distracts you from a greater pain.
The strength to stop something that is a greater pain in itself.
Strength is equal to beauty, beauty is equal to strength.
Physical strength is nothing, compared
To psychological strength.
And that's my beauty... mental strength.
So again, I ask you,
Am I still beautiful with these scars?
Yes, I think I am.
And in the end, that's all that matters.