I wonder if, when a scar is made
In adolescence,
It festers deeper.
With growth it develops disfigured,
And the process of renewal
Is twisted and everlasting and extra-messy.
And when it's explained,
It's explained away.
But it's a something to you,
And it's why you grew the way you grew.
*And that scar is the reason why,
Even in its determined mediocrity.