Can you still see,
The scars of my past?
I am haunted by them.
Day after day,
And night after night.
They are a constant reminder,
Of times gone by.
If you close your eyes,
And run your hands over my back,
You may still feel them,
Hidden just below the surface.
Those scars are,
My battle marks,
And I wear them,
With both pride,
And with shame.
Lifetime after lifetime,
They will follow,
Me wherever I may be.
They are my constant companion.
They are my monsters,
My demons,
And my angels.
Without them,
I would be lost.
Without these scars,
I would not be me.
They are,
And always be,
Part of who I am.
Even if you cannot see them,
I can,
And always,
Will feel them.
Can you accept them,
As you have accepted me?
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