sometimes i consider
the lines of woe
on my arm
as semi-permanent medals
upon my skin
i consider them medals
due to the fact
i've survived up to this long.

but
i'm also ashamed
i guess i'm a two way street
as well as a two way mirror
and i'm ashamed about these
lines of woes,
i can't make up my mind
it's a up and down
of confidence and hating myself
and often i find myself at cross roads
on whether to take the plunge
or back up and leave my toes
hanging off the edge.