my scars are gone,
settled in below my skin
tunneling into my bones
to leave it's invisible mark
the ghost of who I was
haunting me forever
I was my own muse
the canvas I worked upon
my arms bearing the scars of art
today I'm scared of the mirror,
seeing who I really am,
the joyful kid I couldn't be
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 6:05 PM UTC
my scars are gone,
settled in below my skin
tunneling into my bones
to leave it's invisible mark
the ghost of who I was
haunting me forever
I was my own muse
the canvas I worked upon
my arms bearing the scars of art
today I'm scared of the mirror,
seeing who I really am,
the joyful kid I couldn't be