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.