The Scars
THE SCARS
You're my everyday attire, with pride I wear you,
I embrace you, I have survived.
Noise coming from every corner, I choose to shut my hearing.
I know my pain, I know my victory. I have survived.
My scars, my physical reflection of my emotional pain.
Through you I heal, through you they know.
To me you're not a shame but a reflection of I am a survivor,
a mark of my journey. With pride I wear you, I survived.
The emotional pain that only I could feel, now they see.
You're not a shame but an evidence that I have a story to tell.
One day they'll understand, you were not a choice but an emotional pain that pushed so hard to the surface.
I wear you with pride, I have survived.
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