People just don't understand that my scars are part of what make me who I am, I may have created them out of foolishness, but they were debated over agony in the purist. You may look at me differently because of them, and of course I understand that, they are not what make me pretty, nor friendly. But they remind me that I am not always correct about everything. They remind me that pain is real. That I can feel whatever I want to feel in this insane world, and even though I did make them myself, I can remember the pain that was felt that in fact inspired them.
and now late at night when the silence creeps in, I cannot sleep because I remember back then. and the pain that you dealt may have been done in secret, but either way you knew that I would hear it, and I will not say a word of hate towards you, because we were small people in the middle of the sea. And when I look down I have a constant reminder of that, but I am stonger now, because of all the tears you caused me to cry. I will stand taller now, because of your cruelties towards me. I'll know not to cry next time. Because in that situation it made things worse.