Scars

Our bodies are a canvas,
Showcasing the life we once lived,
As well as the life we continue,
To show the world who we are.

From the cuts on my arms
To the gunshots on my shoulder
I’m still standing
But the story remains the same

The real scars though,
Are the ones no one can see.
Look close enough
and you’ll See the decay in us all.

From the drug abuse of my past
To the torture of my first love.
You’ll see the damage,
That keeps me from connecting.

I choose this new life,
Showcasing the scars of my past.
To point out the difference
In the here and now.

If this helps you,
Then I’ll continue to listen.
Don’t be defined by your past,
For your scars made you.