My scars are a scrapbook
which tell many stories.
Some scream great times
while some whisper loneliness
some just are there, there in calm silence.
These scars are my friends,
unlike most people in my life.
They will always be with me,
they will never leave.
These scars are my secrets,
hidden and quiet.
Disguised and so sacred,
I will never tell a soul.
These scars are my scrapbook.
These scars are my friends.  
These scars are my secrets.
These scars.....
These scars are who I am.