many scars, but they are ours
they tell a story maybe hold memories
not good ones,I know
but you have far to go

many people get scars
but not all are like ours
we feel these scars though they
no longer hurt

scars up your arm
did you do yourself harm?
flesh and blood hold us together
though some of us wish we were as
light as a feather
blocking out this stormy weather

scars down your leg
don't make people beg
"what's wrong with you?"
we've heard before and we
don't want to hear it more

words burning us to the core
can't take much more
maybe we should ignore

but one day we'll find
someone, someone to tell
our story too maybe I could
tell my story to you❤️❤️❤️