ScarredA Poem by brokenSo hard to wake up and look in the mirror The image I see couldn't be any clearer I’m not the girl in the magazine I’m not the girl on the silver screen I’m the one God chose to mark Burned my face and broke my heart They all laugh while I die inside Thousands and thousands of tears I cried No pictures, no videos I beg please I don’t need a reminder of these Ugly scars next to beautiful faces What I would give to just trade places Don’t matter what I got to share with the world They only love you if you’re a beautiful girl Why on earth did I survive? It’s been such a long hard life Time don’t make it easier Time don’t heal the pain God don’t care about me He could have saved me from this shame So why I ask, try harder Why get out of bed Why subject the world To the site of my ugly head I should have died when the flames broke out I should now be dust Do we serve a cruel cruel God Who likes to punish us I see those with beauty and talent And wonder where my gifts lie I am ugly and scarred and nothing to give And wish that I would die © 2015 broken |
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