My Scars

I wrote this poem when I was 13.

These scars you see

You'll never understand

One harsh move,

and I'll need a rubberband

Sharp, thick

staring at me.

The fights with myself

will never be ceased.

All emotions, looks, thoughts of me.

They change so fast!

Why won't they leave?

I try so hard;

the pushes, the shoves.

Neglecting the truth,

thinking of love.

Cuttings' my drug

to no extend
I don't want to stop,

but soon it will end.

I talk myself through it.

Through better or worse,

but these scars you see?

They're nothing but a curse.