Scars

all my previous wounds have hardened and regenerated into new skin while some disappear as
fast as they came,others leave a scar. I could cover it with the skin colored pigment I put on my face or drown it in peroxide to coax it away. A little voice asks me in my head, " Why?" A single tear drop on my face " because I don't want people to see. " Some asked me . "Why do you have scars on your hands?" And the answer lingers in my throat. A reason I can not bear to tell anyone about, so I smiled and kept my mouth shut.I beat my face with powder to dry out last night's tears.I wear clothes big enough to fit my despair but the only thing I cannot hide are those damn scars.