I have scars.
I want more scars.
I want more scars so it looks like I did something to be this way.
So I'm not this way for no reason.
I don't want to have smooth skin.
I want to look like a warrior,
Like I've gone through hell.
But I haven't.
I want to think that I have it bad,
But I'm not allowed to wallow in selfishness.
I want to look at myself and feel like I have a reason.
A reason for what?
I don't know.
Maybe to live.
Maybe to die.
Maybe to survive.
Why do I have scars?
Is it to prove to someone that I have fought?
Is it to prove that I've done something to deserve to be here?
Maybe it's so I can track every mistake I've made.
Every tear that's fallen.
The rivets in my skin.
They are criticized.
They are laughed at.
They are accepted.
Why do people have to have opinions on MY scars?
Why do I have to give such significance to them?
I have scars.
