Scars

People have seen you on the surface, I have looked beyond what's socially perfect. I have seen that crooked cut on your forehead, telling the story of a notorious kid. While those lines on your temple are the sad story tellers of all life did. I see how those stretch marks on your waist that people often stare, Are nothing but an unsung history of the warrior you were. I know people have just scrutinized what they see on surface, But I know my scars makes me human and that's prettier than 'perfect'.