Scars
The scars remind me of my past
They remind me of you and them
They tell me that I'm not perfect.
When it came down to being strong,
I was weak.
Reminded daily of the hurtful things you did
And called me.
Now here I am years later,
Trying to move on, trying to forget
But the scars pull me back with just a glance.
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My Poetry
PoesiaThese are some of the poems I have written after events I have experienced or dreams I have had or really about anything, Read and tell me what you think please and thank you
