some have fought for their scars,
others were injured and left with them,
but i have cut these into my arms for they are my own scars they sit their as if they where prison bars,
the scars of the past mistakes for they just sit their on these arms,
some were from carelessness other were from my own inflection,
these scars if they could be read would tell a sick and twisted story for they are mine by my sick and twisted design,
for i hide behind them like the bars that surround.