The first time we sat together,
just you and I,
I rolled up my sleeves to show you
the secrets I kept hidden there.
My nerves were going crazy,
and I felt sick to my stomach.
You looked and you scanned
the rows of scars across my arms.
I never spoke of them directly,
but I told you I was lost once,
lost to myself and everyone around.
I told you there were things I did
just to survive myself.
You never spoke,
and I grabbed your hand,
bringing it over the ridged flesh.
Even with all of these deformities,
in your eyes I'm still beautiful.