Few scars on my face
showing the struggles
in the life's race.
Some show honour
while others disgrace.
But real wounds
are deep down the surface.

Few scars on my soul.
Showing the time when
I couldn't stand tall.
Some pierced through
and left inside a hole.
While some others were formed
when my life was out of control.

Many scars in my heart.
Each showing like
it was torn apart.
Seems like some
painful art.
Or like needle makes
its impressions on dart.