Scars

All my life I was told never to look,
And now I am a hero waiting to be born,
Hating the past that has made me torn,
Hurt from all the lies and deceit,
I was left in the garage with no fuel,
An empty car without the needs,
Never meeting any deeds,
Wheel six feet under,
Clouds without the thunder.
Scars heal but never go,
Feelings chained to the heart,
Tears it all apart,
Awaiting my unborn destiny,
Wishing to be set free,
Someone smiled at me happily,
Gave me a pen and told me to flee.