Scars (H.S. au)

"Other times, I look at my scars and see something else: a girl who was trying to cope with something horrible that she should never have had to live through at all. My scars show pain and suffering, but they also show my will to survive.
I knew a girl who liked to draw,
She drew pictures that nobody saw,
She was more artistic alone at night,
In her bathroom out of sight,
She didn't tell a soul, and the gallery grew.

Her drawings were different; no pencil, nor pen,
But she needed a bandage now and again,
We had a date by the river; under the stars,
She rolled up her sleeves and showed me her scars,
She felt so embarrassed and looked at her shoe,
I rolled up my sleeve and said, 'I draw too'