when I was younger not in age but in my mind
I used to be afraid of what the people would say
the scars on my skin were the ugliest thing
the bruises on my arm and legs were disgusting

I was so scared of being rejected, not fitting in
people on the street would stare at me and look at me weird
some kids even called me names for walking around like this
and I never understood why they did that
like it was my choice to be this way

but all these little things made me grow as an individual
I am not that small girl anymore that you can hurt with words
words that don't mean a thing to me anymore
call me names, look at me weird

I will wear my battle scars proud
because this war isn't over and I haven't lost yet

sick of hiding who I am.