I have bruises,
From my stupidity.

I have cuts,
From my pain.

I have scars,
From my past.

But I still get up every day,
Just like you.

Your unexposed skin,
Has no match for what mine has seen.

My skin, not only has had battles with others,
But myself.

Your skin is clean,
Fresh and innocent.

My skin is scarred,
From my own hands.

© Regan