A sad piece i wrote this summer |
Scars I look at my body and I see scars, yet they are not visible to the naïve person. Yes I have scars that mark my body, but those aren’t the self inflicted ones. My self inflicted scars, run deep within my body, where no one can see them, unless I tell them. Sometimes invisible scars, are the most harmful, cause if no one can see them, no one can help me. No one can give me the support I need. Showing my true self, was the hardest thing I have ever done. I tried to keep it hidden, all to my self, for way too long. Hiding it till I burst, till I cracked and couldn’t take it anymore, I had to tell someone. My fear was, and still is, that people will see me differently, never again treat me the same. Heck, how can they not? I didn’t even know what I was doing was wrong. Once people know the real me, they will always be suspicious. Second guessing my every move, my every cut and bruise. Making sure that I am keeping my promise, and not resorting back to my old ways. Worrying for my safety while they try to help me, Knocking sense into me, when I am stubborn, until I agree with them. |