Scars
I carry the weight
of my burdens,
on the sleeves
beneath my fabric.
It is one of the reasons
why I refuse to change
in the eyes of others.
I cannot let them see
the many scars which
have been laced on my back,
across my shoulders
and abdomen.
I am a walking canvas
of many errors and mistakes.
Each indention in my skin
tells a different story
of how I tried to fight
the devil and lost.
I have become his property.
People wonder why I flinch
when they graze my skin
or whisper in my ear.
I do not know what it's like
to be touched with love.
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