These Little Marks
These scars upon my forearms,
Remind me every day,
Of all the hurt I've gone ,
And how much I've had to change.
These little marks remind me,
Of all these fricken memories,
Of all the ways my life was ruined,
How most people aren't friendly.
Sometimes I wish I never did,
I wish I never cried,
But without all these little scars,
I never would have tried.
So in a sense I like my marks,
Of little memories,
Cuz all the trials made me stronger,
I'm who I'm sposed to be.
Copyright © Chelsea Stufleben | Year Posted 2011
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