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Myself


The scars on my body are enough to scare anyne away.

The people say they understand, they care, that they'll stay.

But does it ever actually turn out that way.

All I get is judgemental stares,

Never the warmth of someone who really cares.

So you ask if I could change anything, what would it be?

That's easy, it would be me.

No more ugly scars.

No more self harm.

I want to be the girl that looks in the mirror and says "wow"!

Not the one who slowly looks down.

Ashamed of who she is and how she turned out. 

Afraid because she is different.

All she wants is to change who she is.

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