I wake up every morning and think.
We all have scars.
I think of what each one means.
I think of all the ways they were created.
I think of how everyone thinks scars are a physical thing.
I think about how stupid those people are.
Scars are emotional.
Scars are mental.
The way we let them out is physical.
I don't self harm.
I don't hurt myself.
You'd never know by just looking that I have the scars I have.
Mine show in the small things.
In the way I reject people who very well may the best of intensions.
In the way I put up walls before I ever get to know you.
In the way I put up those same walls even if I do know you.
In the way I cry when I should laugh.
I go to bed every night thinking.
We all have scars.
