Scars
My life is an infinite number of scars,
Marring the planet upon which I walk.
It’s one after another,
They never seem to end.
Some were caused by others,
The knife of Betrayal,
The blade of Rejection.
But most were self-inflicted,
Self-Hatred and Pain removal.
These scars will never fade,
They will follow me forever.
As long as I shall live,
These scars will always ache.
This poem is about:
Me