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
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