scars


if I am beautiful
they made me beautiful
all my scars
I display them
like art

but you stare at my breast
never even noticing
the puckered skin
so smooth
you gaze at the curve of my leg
missing completely
the perfect straight line
two inches long
you look into my eyes
seeing my hunger my light
but overlooking
my broken soul

yet I have seen others
trying so hard to hide
their own marks
the scars which are
the first things
everybody notices

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