Scars

we all got them. some worst than others.

I got a huge one on my arm trying to be smart.

Riding a bike with no hands, yeah really smart.

 

I got one on my face, the left side of my nose.

A metal file used as a projectile. why? Who knows.

 

I got thirty three lines. a razor blade met my arm.

 I had no self-esteem,  so I had to Self-harm.

 

I got a deep one on the top of my chest.

It bled for 3 hours because my guilt could never rest.

 

But these never defined me. it helped me with progression

I realised Life’s an angry monkey, flinging s**t with aggression.

 

I am who I am. These scars are what i bear.

Day in day out These are the stories that I share.

 

So never look at me with a face full of question.

Smile. Shake my hand. I have indeed learned my lesson.

Reviews

[Annabelle Lee]

Amazing, really, exquisite. This one was deep and had a lot of truth to it. I'm enjoying your pieces

[nigrum homonculus]

thank you! i really appreciate that.

[Baby Ricochet]

Love it! Great rhyming

[nigrum homonculus]

thanks! glad you liked it!

[That_Girl]

Lovely poem my dear. So glad you have found some peace. The sixth stanza is my favorite- it's so very true. Yet again, well done.

[Kevin S.]

Gosh, man You've been through a lot. I was pretty brave of you to write it all down and sharing it. Not most people do. I'm glad to hear that you've found a change in heart and staying strong. This is a very powerful poem and if you need anyone to talk to to vent or anything, I'll be of help.

[nigrum homonculus]

thanks man. yeah, took a damn while though! i really do appreciate that and the same goes for you :)

[xxxrawr_friendxxx]

:D Great poem! It's easy to judge people by their scars... I've got them mostly on my arms, and some on my elbow, knee, and ankle from falling off of my bike. XD

[nigrum homonculus]

it really is. ah damn! no co-ordination there! bikes are just stress :(