Your Mask
Each scar tells a memory
It's your turn to tell your story.
That's now a part of you
You just have to find the clue
The way you see it may be blurry.
You must see past it to find your glory.
Looking in the mirror, don't worry,
Because the outside is just a view.
Each scar tells a memory.
Be you and proud with positive energy.
Don't even ask yourself, “Who’s gonna adore me?”
The you you are now will know what's true
Just stay a moment and enjoy the view.
Don't think of yourself as the enemy
Each scar tells a memory.
This poem is about:
Our world