Scars

After such a long time of being an outcast you seem to ask your self are you truely human?
If so, why do they look at you with such distain?
You question your motives then you realize you really aren't like them.
And realizing that most people are ignorant and hate you for what you have and for what you are.
And all these scars...
All these scars melt away from a face that was stricken so many times by people's hate.
They melt away in your presence.
Melt away for love.
ac03/02/04