Scars They stay with us everyday Reminding us of our mistakes Each one a torture Each one a suffering They lie there on my arm Strips of pink skin Staring at me Reminding me That they are not just skin deep Great ravines of scars Run through my mind Unconquerable chasms Reliving past mistakes Telling me I am broken And beyond repair Each scar tells a story Of when you needed somebody Or a time of great anger Or a reminder of what you did To keep the dark thoughts away They haunt you Taunt you Terrify you But in the end They are just scars No fresh wounds I am fixed For now
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