by Alex Witnish

Created on: May 17, 2008   Last Updated: July 26, 2008

My scars are there,
they taunt me,
I remember how they came to be,
The scars I tried so hard to forget,
Why must I be constantly reminded of my pain,
why do they fill me with so much grief and anguish.

They were hidden for so long,
I could not bear to look at my own body,
this body that felt mutilated.

The pain would wash away as I did not look,
then just one glance it was back to the pain,
Sometimes I wonder why we feel,
are we brought into this world to seek pain.
We give everything,
hoping that we receive the same gratitude and respect.
But these scars tell there own story,
of how I came to be here,
what I went through,
was I grateful for my scars, no,
I have to get back up,
I will get back up,
I will regain full strength,
and when I do,
watch me,
watch me as I be the person you never could be.
My scars will soften,
but the pain will always remain.
I have to move on,
be the person I have yet to become,
not just for the sake of my family,
but for the sake of my sanity.

I have to heal.

Time that's what I need,
time is all I have...

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