Scars
when you’re a kid, scars were like medals
you got them from falling off trees
and scratching your knees
we’d go to school the next day like
“hey, check this out, i got from
the neighbors dog!”
but they no longer mean what they used to.
they are no longer medals of achievements
but rather attributes to the fallen moments
in our character
scars these days are self inflicted
we go to school the next day
hiding every part of ourselves we marked with cruelty
these scars are now just reminders
of how we messed up here
and
here
we live with the everyday war
between our minds and body
the war that we will either win
or die trying
but contrary to popular belief
there is no immediate relief
from the imprintment on our skin
of a blade thats digged in
we will not be held back by
our faulty moments
impulses of rage in the dead
of night
when everyone else is asleep
in bed
we read between the lines
embedded white veins coloring
the parts we marked with cruelty
we know that behind every scar
is a medal
that we survived
to fight again
another day
we know that if you look past
the angry white lines
you’ll see a story embedded within
the puffed up skin
a story of a hero that has had to save himself
times and time again
while still changing in a phone booth
keeping themselves a secret
the point is to not be held back
but rather to keep track
of our own regrets
so we won’t ever forget
Don’t feel bad for us
we are not the victims of our
own mentality
we are veterans
survivors
and we have the
scars to prove it