I often feel as though
My childhood scarred me-
Marred me, knocked me down,
Emblazoned insecurity in scarlet
Upon my fore brow;
“Damaged.” “Unworthy.” “Trash.”
Not meant to succeed.
She does not belong.
Hidden behind a mask of perfection
Desperate to cover angry letters,
Scrawled in crimson, tender, raw.
Sep 3, 2025
Sep 3, 2025 at 1:09 PM UTC
I often feel as though
My childhood scarred me-
Marred me, knocked me down,
Emblazoned insecurity in scarlet
Upon my fore brow;
“Damaged.” “Unworthy.” “Trash.”
Not meant to succeed.
She does not belong.
Hidden behind a mask of perfection
Desperate to cover angry letters,
Scrawled in crimson, tender, raw.
What do your scarlet letters say?
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