The scars I have are not skin deep
They live deep down inside of me
They are not cuts upon my wrist
Or needle marks upon my skin
They are my insecurities
That people have instilled in me
How I’m dumb, ugly, and fat
Not worth their time or a kind act
They hate how I never act my age
Because to me life is a game
I loved to play
But more and more I do see
That the world no longer needs me