I Should Love My Scars, But

You were always my greatest ridicule
A slap in the face staring right back at me..
Because I knew the truth of how you came to be
I wasn't brave despite those that speak as though I were
I was not courageous on the battle field, I did not fight to gain you.
You were not a competitor that I wanted to compete against.
You are unwanted, I do not want your painstaking reality. I do not want your harsh reminder of things lost. I do not want your loyalty to my flesh.
But even though I do not want you, I accept you. I am submissive to you, my wounds...my scars. Mine.


Note: I'll eventually turn this into a short story later tonight, but I wrote this in about three minutes.