Yes,
I know they are deep.
I know they look like they hurt.
I know they disgust you.
I know they make you wonder where I've been.
I know you think I should cover them.
I know you don't want your parents to see them.
I know they feel weird.
I know they feel gross.
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know.
No,
They didn't hurt until the clean up.
They didn't leave stains on my clothes.
They don't hurt.
They don't make me sad.
They are not triggers.
They are not gross.
They are none of your damn business.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Stop,
Telling me to never do it again.
Telling me I should've called you.
Telling me I should get skin graphs.
Telling me I just want attention.
Telling your friends about the new girl with scars,
I am not a novelty!
Telling me I was crying for help,
I didn't want help!
So please,
If you insist on looking at me,
Don't look at my scars.