I want someone, To finally notice, To see my scars, And love them. But we all know, It's impossible, To find beauty, In what we hate. What we hate, With a passion. I want someone, To touch my arm, Hold me close, And tell me to stop. But all I get, Are blank stares. An "I'm sorry", And "I didn't know." When what I need, Is to hear, Someone say, I love you, No matter, What.