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The way that people think sometimes makes me sick
The way we criticize so hard and judge so quick
Before you judge me look in the mirror
All of the sudden things become much clearer.

You just see face and the hair, lips and the eyes
But I know all your secrets and I know your lies
If you look closer you will see
That deep down you’re no better than me.

I see past the make up for what you really are
Just a regular person covering a scar
Hidden in your mind, a place you don’t go
Memories and things you’d rather people don’t know.

We all have those secrets buried deep inside
Things that we’d do almost anything to hide,
We try to cover with makeup clothes and that certain grace
But when you look in the mirror it’s staring you in the face.

You can put on the act and the makeup too
But I can see right through you,
You’re just another girl wanting to be accepted
Fearing the burn of being rejected
Falling into the trap of mindless trends
Just envied by your friends
Thinking that once you got it then you’re in
But you still feel the emptiness from within.

So foolish so blind people can be
Take off those colored contacts and you’ll see.
R Dec 2018
I learned
to plant the seeds
of happiness.
There are flowers
blooming
where the scars
used to be.

R.M.
gleck Mar 2016
Bleach me like the whitest hair
I long to feel the burn under my skin

Darling your claws are sharp
But they don't reach within me

I hope you leave marks
I hope it leaves scars

So that I may remember you;
- when we eventually part.
JayceeJellies Nov 2014
I'm sorry,
I've done it again.
I'm sorry,
It still hurts deep within.
I'm sorry,
I only do it to know that I'm alive.
I'm sorry,
I know how you feel inside.
I'm sorry,
I have a scar to hide.
I'm sorry,
I failed you that night.
Brenda Nalugo Feb 14
The wound does hurt much
But the scar brings more pain

Probably coz i was so obsessed with healing
With the Washing away the pain
T  never hurt as much
But the scar
So dried up & permanent
That hurts more
JayceeJellies Dec 2014
The good times and the bad,
Are both located in my past.
I've watched you cry,
I've heard you laugh.

That doesn't mean,
I always have to come back.
You've ripped my heart out,
In the worst ways possible.

You think you're the best,
But that's just not plausible.
You use to be my best friend,
It turns out that was implausible.

I've spent hours crying over you,
Denying that I ever felt anything.
But the truth is that I admired you.
I swear that I would've died for you.

But that was thirty-four hours ago,
I've cried my eyes out now though,
So goodbye my new nemesis,
Thanks for giving me a new therapist.
Scar tissue is
ageless
but my skin
has seen a
thousand
sunsets
when sleep
eludes me
and the monsters
that fester
underneath
the silver slithers
of time
burst free
Love hurts, love scars, love pains
It has consequences and it has gains,
Love is all there is when I’m by your side
But when you’re gone the flood gates open wide.

I’ll cry a river and maybe two
I can’t stand not to be with you,
You mean so much you’ll never know
I pray I never have to let you go.

I’ve waited forever for someone like you
The time has come and my love is true,
Hold my hand and I won’t let you fall
Because If I lose you I lose it all.

You’re all I’ve wanted and never gotten
Your amazing grace will never be forgotten.
Ella Salvador May 2018
Someone said he loves you and you believed each word
Your first kiss made you dance and spin around the stars

You swore you would marry him
someday..
You have done almost everything
For the man
That had a change of heart
For the man
Who changed his mind..

Young girl at 23
You have so much to learn
You have so much love to give
Know that in life
You will still have greater things
You will still have greater dreams in mind

Continue walking
Open each doors
Let life surprise you
You will soon find out who are you supposed to be

For now
Take a deep breath
Count to 10
Feel the pain
It means you are living
Cry. Take it in.
Let your heart
So innocent be scarred
To be stronger than what you have been
It will be alright
This is life
Hold on tight
And learn from each mistakes
  
                                    - Ella Salvador
(c) May 2018
PoserPersona Jul 2018
Leaves, sticks, and seeds make up this six foot stalk.
Oh, how she blooms before the flashing lights!
Leaving men and women with a stunned gawk.
Oh, you cause the seeds of your kind at night,
to dream of heights they won't reach; how sadly
try the delusional. But in all kin,
is imprinted least a scar on their psyches.
Sacrificial offer in porcelain
is ritually performed by some daily.
If not for fame, glory, or money, then
to mirror fashion people's ideal beauty.
A cyclic mental disease that won't end.
Shhh.. Here she comes! The first, but not the least.
An appetizer for the famine feast!
Lost Dec 2018
my body is scarred
thick pink and white
bumpy raised tissue
tiptoes in lines
along my hip
and through my thigh

I am marked
my patchwork skin
has cigarette hickeys
where I pressed the cherry in
I’ve been kissed by fire
long, slow, and passionate

these marks of residual pain
are proof that I’ve lived
I wear my heart on my sleeve
and my hurt on my skin
Diane K Jun 2018
Her wounds never heal.
      His scathing tongue picks at the scab
until fresh hurt oozes forth.

                     It is only then
                                      that he wants to bandage her.
Isaac Aug 2018
a trillion years passed
this moment not the last
no human thought this far
the world lost its scar
of death and decay
now washed away
time a river to stay
from God's throne to play
love the eternal dawn
a world reborn
Written 8 August 2018
Scar to the body
Heals but never goes unseen

Scar to the soul
Never heals but never is in sight
Asante' Dec 2018
You're the scar
that everyone insists on
rubbing their finger in.
"Oops,"
they say as the blood starts
oozing again.

Then they leave me to
nurse my own wound.
galio Mar 2016
the sailors called the sirens beautiful
they wept, tearing out their hair
and tossed it into the ocean
turning it into seaweeds.

the sailors called the sirens beautiful
who then hid themselves in caves, till they passed
their skin growing pale and lifeless
till feathers emerged from their hands.

the sailors called the sirens beautiful
who decided to mutilate their legs
and scar their feet
so they would no longer be human.

the sailors called the sirens beautiful
and the creatures wailed as loud as they could,
screeching noises, ringing
but sounded only like bells to men.

the sailors called the sirens beautiful
but they didn't see beauty or sin
instead,
walking vessels
an empty name
and a prize to win.
harpies are described as repulsive half-bird half-human creatures that represented evil. however in early greek mythology, hesiod described them as beautiful winged maidens.
Gabriel Ibarra Aug 2018
Our untimely finish has left the sweetest scar
Our unpredictable perished predicament seems pretty far
What a difference that a year can make
Strange how 365 can change
The route or the path that we have chosen
I can still hear your sweetened laughter roaring
Loud above the cacophony of problems that I'm avoiding
And knowing above the rest you were my favorite choice and
I could never see a me without you
I can never see me without you bleeding through
In my every vein, in vain of what I might have found
Your every being, being inside of what I might have found
On the journey, the destination to what I'm headed towards
Though I can't see past this point, I'll just keep on climbing more
And at some point maybe later down the line
Once I've found myself maybe later I can find
A piece of me, a piece of you, every single one of you
A peace that'll bring the little bits of everything I've lost into perspective
Lily Gatewood Aug 2018
I would have been strong
I would have been different
I would have been loud
And I would have been smart

They were no match
They were naive
They were so sweet
And they wouldn't have been me

She was irresponsible
She was a wild girl
She was asking for it
And if I was she, that wouldn't be my story

Yet tell me why
The day you laid eyes,
I would become everything I despised

Yet tell me why I had not
been strong,
been different,
been loud,

Most importantly,
tell me why I wasn't asking for it
yet you willingly gave to me
the scars of a lifetime.
CK Baker Mar 2017
there’s a barnacle scar
deeply ingrained
on the basalt stack
at mark thirty two
whispering summer winds
scented oil
cotton and roe
drift
as waves brush
and shape
the sandstone shore

the briny air
and lost erratic
set a tone to this
pollyanna portrait
it's andrews undulations
and gifted benches
its concessions
and traces of the barry burn
its sculpted driftwood
and sanko lines
make this picture
almost perfect

children play
as venom spews
from the caterwaul pair
those odd looking mates
casting smiles
with arrested despair
settling shots
swiping bugs
dipping and darting
as photo men
and muscles
and long neck seabirds
make their turn

the hunched hoody
and his sorted sidekick
get their fill
(of moss and rubble ~ chubby and kelp)
nice to meet your acquaintance
the pho man would say
an odd drop
and ironic turn
from those horrific corners
of timeless desperation
down by cannon bridge

harbor seals
and carriage horse
are fronted by
raven shade
jolly tides pause
in quiet bays
(with curious looters
and *** pickers)
sand merchants
and field totems
all streamed by the light

cirrus strands
blanket the
outer edge
hovering craft
and shimmering willows
bolt the evening frame
blood orange
and tethered
with a filtered glare
bottle-nose dolphins
and seabirds
(and shifting tides)
are all settling in
for the long night stay
Mystic Ink Plus Oct 2018
Stay cautious

Believe me
Got broken takes, no time
Healing, a way long

Fragments,
Need to be confirm
Align to the earlier form
Stabilize for endurance
Then finally
Makeover stitch
Allowing the time to recover

But this is not the end
Some of us take
Much longer than
The usual time

In those
Who are obsessed
To scratch the scar
Recall the moment
With a same dumb question
Why me?

Little do we knew
Why few don’t
Want to get healed
And what keeps them
Scratching
Genre: Abstract
Theme: Note on scar | Why some aren't healed at all?
sara Jun 2014
I swore that I knew you
just like the back of my hand
every blemish, every freckle,
every scar, was you

But now
My blemishes begin to even out
My freckles, rearranging themselves
And any old scars are fading.
Madison Mar 12
I reopened a wound last night
Knowing I would bleed again,
Knowing that scar tissue takes three times as long to heal
Than a first-time wound does.
I wanted to feel something again,
Specifically your fingertips
Brushing against my skin,
Your hands wrapped around
The curves of my hips
And
Your warm breath against my neck
As you kiss me.

I know self-harm is frowned upon,
But to share a moment with you again
Was worth the pain.
Face after face after face,
they stare out at me.
I look into eyes
full of hope and pain,
fear and courage,
longing and loneliness,

and the faces,
the voices,
the yearning
are all my own.

How are we to find
the one who is looking
for us,
with that unique blend
of terror and anticipation
that makes us
their "perfect match?"

We each want to
change our subscription
to the romance channel.
No more docu-dramas,
please!

So much history,
so many angry
silent nights
The full moon mocking,
cold and distant.

Please care.
Talk to me.
Hold my hand--
Dance with me!
Be fun!
Make me laugh--
Don't hurt me.
Please,
don't hurt me!

We smile bravely for the camera,
affecting a nonchalance
that is gone forever,
and we show our friends that
we have recovered--
the surgery was completely successful!
See?

The scar is barely visible,
true.
But tell me honestly,
can you really feel life Now,
through the scar tissue of
Then?
Written 2005
Copyright 2010 by Michael S. Simpson.
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