Hiding the Scars

HIDING THE SCARS

How horrible they look, why do I do that?
How to explain, to find an unused excuse?
Raised red marks on my body
Burn bright in my mind
Waiting for time to fade to silver.

People stare and the scars burn
Some ask why, others look away
Ignoring my display of pain
As if it never existed
As if it would go away

Meeting someone new should be
Full of excitement and mystery
My secrets are hard to hard
From a lover’s scrutiny
I can’t live in the dark forever

Why hide something that is part of me
That belongs to me, I did it
I know why, how it feels
The blades I used,
How I nursed myself back again.

I wear my scars like football colours
I’m proud that they got me through
The bad days I could have done much worse
They tell my story
The silver writing of the my past