what did i do ?



I hear all the worlds probe my scars 

           they cant seem to get passed the "bars"

                     they can't see the happy  parts 

                                  the sappy art that lines me 

                                                they just couldnt seem see

                                                              what I was to be

I showed that my scars aren't bars that keep me in .

they do not keep me hidden 

they dont keep me bed ridden 

they are not like anything else

they are not aching wounds 

they appear as unique as they are 

they seem to contrast me 

just right 

it shows that i fight 

that i can see the light

in the darkest night

they are here for life

and i see no 

problem with that




a girl can hope

a girl can hope

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