False Stereotypical Definitions

I'm tired of being defined
By the jagged lines
That line my eyes

I'm tired of being based
On blackened hair
That hides my face

I'm tired of people scanning arms
Searching for bloody marks
That are long gone

I'm tired of people standing there
Waiting for the knife 
To reappear

Under the blackened spell of dawn
Gaze upon what I've become
Through the sunlight that lights my arms
You can clearly see these whitened scars
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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