Will I ever reveal myself
Without feeling guilty
Without feeling ashamed
Without feeling disgust

Will I ever be accepted
For what I feel
For what I do
For what I am

Will I ever be seen as
A normal being
A lovable person
A survivor of wars

Will I ever in my life
Forgive myself
Accept myself
Love myself

Will I ever for once
Not be called names
Not be told to meet expectations
Not be seen imperfect

These scars are something
That tells a story
No one understands
From the outside

They hurt so well
To numb the pain
What knows my heart
Are those of words

I try to hide
But one fine day
It will be seen
To the eyes that judge

And may I be
Understood that day
Or may I have
Names of disgust