When my mother saw my scars she asked me “Should I be worried?”

When my first love saw my scars he said “Don’t worry, I have them too.”

When my best friend saw my scars she said “Wow, that’s so edgy.”

When they saw my scars I held my tongue

Because no one can handle the truth

That they are the reason for my scars

You made me bleed when you said “I wish I had a daughter”

You made me bleed when you said “If you loved me you wouldn’t stop me”

You made me bleed when you said “Don’t talk to me when other people are around”

You gave me these scars and I will wear them like I got them from battle

The battle of what you tell me versus what is true

Because everyone told me to be myself, to be me

Then cut me down when the true me wasn’t what they actually wanted

So now, I will be proud of my battle scars

The marks, and lines from where my armor wore too thin for your attacks

You may have had a few good tries but I stand here today

A testament to the war that I’ve won

My scars aren’t a sign of weakness

My scars are show that I’ve been through worst

So sharpen your sword, load your gun

My scars have healed, never to be reopened

I look at them with love and admiration

They are a part of my life more than you could ever be