These scars do not define me

It feels as if I've been defined by my past, almost as if these scars have some how led people to believe this is who I am and who I'll always be. Why are you unable find my inner beauty? I promise you'll find no scars there, and please don't stare I can sense the sight of disgust In you eyes as you hand grazes over every inch of every scar. Hasn't this battle with myself caused enough? Even I look at these scars with disgust, maybe it's time someone finally believed in me. I'm in search of someone to love me is it really that hard to see? These scars are not who I am or who I use to be there just simple reminders of all the memories, you'll find pictures, you'll find words, a ravishing canvas or maybe the story of all the hurts. So please believe me when I say my scars do not define me there nothing more then a piece of how far I've come. 

Reviews

[Emma Anderson]

Very insightful. The only thing I could see wrong is "sight of discuss in you eyes" should be in you're eyes. I know it's not something big but as a writer too, I know how easy it it's to miss spell something while your writing. Apart from that's I find it to be short but deep.

Nice one. :)