Battle Scars
On your arms,
On your thighs,
On your stomach,
And on your sides.
Waging a war,
With my own little head.
Saying I’m happy,
When we know it’s all pretend.
Worthless,
Worthless,
I’ve always been worthless.
For every imperfection on me,
There’s a scar that you’ll see.
Battle wounds,
Battle wounds,
all over me.
There’s no one around here,
to tell me not to bleed.
Copyright © Jazzlyn Barden | Year Posted 2016
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