Poem -
Unable
I’m a scab…
I Hate myself…
I get picked on, I keep coming back!
I’m a scab…
I Negate myself…
I get picked on, I keep coming back!
Unable to see any beauty within myself.
I’m a scar…
I have healed…
I get pointed out, the memories keep coming back!
I’m a scar…
I have felt…
I get pointed out, the memories keep coming back!
Like 2 Pin it 0Unable to remove who I am from my new self.
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Comments
This is what I would call an OuchieÂ
Yes indeed!Â
We are what we have lived through just as much as we are our hopes and dreams. Scars are proof we have survived. Survival breeds strength x