Scars

People often ask me 

Why I have so many Scars

And I simply respond 

Because I get hurt a lot 

Although I never try to be

Someone I'm not

"Why do you get hurt so much?" 

And I tell them

It’s because I wear my heart on my sleeve

Some people get it and others simply don’t

That’s how you can tell the heart broken ones

From the people that have ones that won’t 

"But, don’t you think they are ugly 

Why wouldn’t you make them go away?" 

Because they inspire me to fight

And besides, they're all so beautiful 

In their own right 

As for washing them away 

That is something I could never do 

My scars are my pain 

They are my trips, falls, and mistakes 

They remind me that despite it all 

I still have a journey to take 

So no, my scars? 

I will never try to erase 

They prove that I’ve been beaten,

Soul crushed and shattered

And all the times I was 

Shaken, broken, and tattered 

My scars hint at my mortality 

And for that I am grateful 

Even when people are hateful 

I am glad for my humanity 

My scars I refuse to hide through cosmetics 

Like glasses, hearing aids, or prosthetics 

They are apart of me and my work ethic 

So I am what I am that is what I can say 

But my scars tell you who I am 

And how I got that way  

So when you look at me now 

Don’t take pity or be disgusted 

Understand I’m just like you,

All disturbed, hurting, and busted