Go look at yourself in a mirror,
Find a picture,
Look at someone kind of reflection,
Because I want you to see that your small cut has turned into an infection,
No Band-Aid is going to fix it,
You just have to stop picking at it,
Let it heal,
And as time passes by you’ll come to realize that what you overcame was a pretty big deal,
You’ve been cut pretty deep,
And it will always remain a scar,
But now that you know better,
It can no longer define who you are.