Light In This World

Scars.

I have been stabbed, bunched, tossed, and whipped verbally. The scars I have never heal, they just try to blend in. They try to hide. They try to be like everything else. They try to show that I'm ok. They try to show that I've never been hurt. Why, on my skin, must they show so bright? Why must they never fade? Why do they cause me insecurity and pain? I've tried to learn to love them, but have learned that you can't love everything. They cause me awkward stares, mean names, and more pain. Why does pain just cause more pain? Why must it hurt so bad when I'm just trying to heal? As soon as I think I'm better the wound opens up and salt is poured into it. I never wanted this. I never planned for this. I don't like this. But why does it happen? I ask myself so many questions as to why these things happen. I ask myself why I am the one to take the pain, and I now know the answer. I take the pain because I show it. Those who don't show pain don't get hurt. Those who aren't scarred won't get cut. Those who hide, won't be found. Those who are silent, won't get judged. Those who aren't loved, will never be hated. Those who aren't supported, will never be let down. Those who aren't me, will be fine.