WHO I AM

I am Not My Scars 

I Know you see my pains 

Reflection Through the window of my eye 

Every let down , misconception , every hurt , and every lie... 

I try to cover up, yet my nakedness still shows. 

You see me in my truest form, 

Iam vulnerable and exposed. 

Sometime the phantom of my past , 

Appears , though I try to forget , 

Even When I hide it in the darkness, I still see its silhouette. 

So why do I regret...? 

These events are the fabric of who I've come To be , every instance like a fiber woven in my life's 

Tapestry, I can only look back for wisdom , I must let this be my strength but even I have yet 

To discover the true extent of its 

Length , I have only gone so deep, 

On The surface it hurts so much 

When I feel my ugliness visible. 

I just want to cover up 

But these memories , the pain from my past and what I see... 

This is only an illusion , not the definition of Me, Iam not my downfalls, and I am not my mistakes, 

Yet when they look at me this is all they seem to take. 

But look at me, look into my soul..... look at Who I really am, 

Not the scars that clearly show. 

I have remind myself who I am every day, Becaues everyone and everything tries to lead my mind astray, they want me to believe , 

I am who they see me to be.... 

They try to show me what I've 

Overcome as if it it's still me. 

Will I live up to be the , 

Conceptions as they made or will I, 

Make my own path 

Let The past lie where it may 

See I am not my scars 

My scars are just the proof 

That I have healed from. 

Be kind to yourself