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.
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