Scars- Both In My Heart and On My Body

Wed, 01/28/2015 - 22:50 -- nlynn15


We've all been bullied.

My eyes, different from the others.

My height, lacking.

My academics, an idiot amongst geniuses. 

My personality, strange and twisted as can be.

Blah, blah, blah

I've heard it all.

You can't hurt me now.

I've looked myself in the mirror.

I looked really long and hard.

Then, I looked inside.

To be the ideal me,

I still have a long way,

But when I change,

It won't be for the bullies, the passers by or the critics.

It'll be for me.

Though my scars will probably always stay,

I'll welcome them.

For they shaped an insecure, easily hurt, and emotional little girl into a flawless me.


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