old men and women brag and show off their battle scars. well i have battle scars to. but i hide mine. in the fear of being hated or unloved. i hide them and put on a fake smile,pretending everything is ok while its not. the old people brag and say how the won their battle. well im still in mine. still fighting,trying to find the meaning of me being here. im not sure i want to be here but i still am. i am still fighting the things im scared of. the things that make me feel unloved. but all these things make me human. all these things make me unique. all these things make me who i am. scars or no scars im still just the little shy girl who just wants to eat without feeling fat. talk without feeling like no-one listens. and smile with out having to act.  i wish my life was easy. i wish i was normal but im not. im not normal. but thats ok. who said we couldn't be different? society said that. and when the society says something is bad everyone believes it. but people like me aren't weird,self harming freaks. we are normal people and we deserve to be treated right.