For those who don’t know or who are too ignorant to see.
For those who are curious and wish to learn more about me.
For those who have artificial eyes.
I may be broken.
I may be broken in more places than one, but listen to me.
Let me explain myself to you.

Scars sprint all across my body.
Burns ravish my skin.
Those who fear me don’t know their origins.
I wish to tell but they won’t listen.
I try but my words are always blocked by the sounds of footsteps running away.

Don’t let my appearance be the reason why you are afraid.
Under this tortured, beaten, damaged, wanting shell;
Is a person who wishes for a friend.