I still wear my scars,
Yes, they are ugly
And I have been told
to wear them proudly:
They are symbolic of battles
I have won.
No one asked if I actually
care for these clashes.
Neither was the why explained.
Now my skin is marred
My ego ruffled
My eyes slugged in fear
Yet I must celebrate this uglyness...
To do otherwise is to wallow,
in the great hall of weakness.
Says the great minds.
Even though they stay blind
to the battles each dawn plunges me into. Again, they play judge and counsel...