my face is clear, and flawless
and a scar decided to disfigure my face
I stand there helpless
not knowing what's going on

I run and race to cover my face
with blocks of ice and cotton
my face is swollen, black and blue
and blood flows from other parts too

people come running towards me
when I can barely see
they help me up and ask me if I'm fine
I shake my head in shock...

and the blood stops, and starts to clot
I look at my bruises and see the scar
I wish I could run away so far
I wish this was a bad dream not reality.

all I ask is, don't turn me away
don't let my comments sweep away
don't treat me any different
and I'll be just ok

the scars on my face are painful
your comments are way more painful
don't let me feel like a shattered mirror
just treat me the way you used to...

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