Scars.
I have many.
From head to toe..
Some big some small
I carry them wherever I go

Each one has meaning
some good...most bad
I think of them often
And mostly makes me sad

Some still scabbed over
the wound beginning to heal
but I remember they hurt
and how they made me feel

When I close my eyes
it is like it was the other day
15 years have gone by
yet I remember it like today.

The blood never scared me
not the pain of the blow
it was the words...