When I think of scars
I see broken hearts
I remember the past
I think of the truth:
That they're not what you see
But more what you can't.
They're the battles you fought,
The rages within your heart,
Emotional attachments
And stages of you life;
That given the choice
You would run away from.
You can't.
They're your inside scars,
Your thoughts, fears and failures.
What you can ignore
But can't escape.
Like physical scars;
They'll be with you forever
Even if the pain they once brought is not.