My Scars

I stand before you riddled with scars, by looking at me, you can't see where they are, because on the surface I look you, my scars are on the inside, hidden from view. Each scar I have has a story to tell, of how I survived my living hell, not all the methods I use were right, I was merely grasping for the light. My scars are mine and mine they will remain, the link to my past that drives me insane, But without my scars I wouldn't be the man I am today, character building my Mum use to say. What doesn't kill you, will only make you stronger. She being a contributing factor why I am this way. M.Mahauariki © 2012