I am not my scars.
I know you see my pains reflection through the windows of my eyes.
Every let down, misconception, every hurt, and every lie.
I try to cover up, yet my nakedness still shows,
You see me, in my truest form, I am vulnerable and exposed.
Sometimes the phantom of my past appears, though I try to forget
Even when I hide it in the darkness, I still see its silhouette.
So why do I regret…? These events are the fabric of who I’ve come to be
Every instance like a fiber woven in my life’s tapestry.
I can only look back for wisdom, I must let this be my strength.
But even I have yet to discover the true extent of its length.
I have only gone so deep, on the surface it hurts so much
When I feel my ugliness visible, I just want to cover up.
But these memories, the pain from my past, and what I see…
This is only an illusion, not the definition of me.
I am not my downfalls, and I am not my mistakes,
Yet when they look at me, this is all they seem to take.
But look at ME, look into my soul…
Look at who I really am, not the scars that clearly show.
I have to remind myself who I am every day,
Because everyone and everything tries to lead my mind astray.
They want me to believe I am who they see me to be…
They try to show me what I’ve overcome as if it’s still me.
Will I live up to be the conceptions as they have made
Or will I make my own path, let the past lie where it may
See, I am not my scars, my scars are just the proof
That I have healed from my afflictions, and I have made it through.