My scars are hidden, 

Not self-inflicted

Still they reflect, 

My anatomical neglect.

 

See, I was born with a battle. 

And I've just got to deal, 

But your comments rattle

And ampilfy the pain I feel. 

 

Shuttering, 

As I take each step.

You bash in my confidence, 

Or any little bits left.

 

But I will win, 

The conquest within me. 

Just you wait,

And you'll see.

 

So, I fight my body,

To become a better me. 

You fight my soul,

But I'm a butterfly with wings.