Shining Scars

To not be disabled, I am pretending. To survive, I must hide this secret, never ending. I feel like a criminal who made a choice. Because I am trying to rise above those with no voice. I feel as if I must seek permission. To seek out others, that I may curse with my admission. This wait for the truth to be accepted. My hiding is not voluntary- I just don’t want to be rejected. Even as their training turns me right. My scars will always shine bright.