Perfect scars
My scars burn through skin and flesh,
right into my bones.
They’re all that’s left of my wounded life.
They tell my story, they tell my life
They remind me, remind me of
The times I fell, the times I cried
The times I was raged
Remind me of the times I tried
Tried to fit in, tried to be good
No, when I tried to be perfect
But I’m just not
I found out that I just can’t be like that
I’ll never be like that
I’m just me, just imperfect,
Just like everybody else
But still the scars burn, still they keep reminding me
Still they push me on the facts,
The facts I already know
But why then, why do they keep hurting me?
Haven’t I suffered enough, haven’t I learned enough?
Haven’t I tried and realized the truth I do know now?
I guess it isn’t going away anymore.
The scars will stay my whole life,
They’ll come back my whole life
They’re just a part of me now
They let everybody see that I’m just me
So….here I am, a girl with hopes, with dreams,
With her own style, with her own life
Trying, hoping to be normal, to be found normal
But also being herself, no matter what they say
Being the imperfect girl, with the perfect scars,
That tell perfect stories.