Beautiful Enough To Frame

Not My Scars

Of all the scars

That are on my body

There is not even one

That I truly feel sorry

They are not the ones

Written on me in ink

For they raise curiosity

And challenge others to think

They are not the ones

Given to me by fun

By games that I've lost

And games that I've won

They are not the ones

On my face, on my smile

For even a dog

Misbehaves once in a while

They are not the ones

Displayed on my wrist

For even those have been healed

With a simple sweet kiss

No, the ones that I regret

Are the ones that I've left

On the hearts of others

All of which, have left

To others, they are numb

To some, they still hurt

And there are still those

Who wish to put me in the dirt

And I wish I could say I'm sorry

For causing you this pain

But you all have my word

You will not see me again