Content warning! Contains themes of self-harm.
Scars
I wear these scars that no one can see.
People on the street don’t notice them.
Classmates ignore them.
Coworkers don’t talk about them.
Parents won’t acknowledge them.
Doctors won’t treat them.
I wear these scars that everyone can see.
People on the street glare at them.
Classmates laugh at them.
Coworkers whisper about them.
Parents lash out in anger over them.
Doctors sigh because of them.
They ask me why I have scars.
I try to explain.
But they push me away.
I hide these scars so no one will see.
Everything that’s truly, and has always been, inside of me.
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