They remind me of who I used to be
And who I am.

They prove that  I am not perfect
And they tell whoever sees them that I'm human.

They show that I have gotten back up
Despite how much I've been broken.
They warn what could come again.

And stand to show that there's more than me,
More than what you see,
Because who I am today is someone I never thought I'd be.

They'll fade with time
Maybe even disappear.

I hope the same who's seen them
Will watch that process near.

Without the witness they may become forgotten
A part of myself lost like a man among stars.
And I know it may sound rotten
But I do not, and never will, hold hatred towards my scars.