This is my father scar
Raised and broken skin
Just like all the stuff
Of his broken home and sins .
This is my first love scars
Fading into nothing
Fading in the course of time
Making room for whose coming .
This is that bitches scars
Reopened several times
Seen faded but memories don't Her words penetrates deep into my mind .
This is my so called friends
There are several so
They have one special scar
For everyone i know .
This is my mother scars
The deepest of them all
For her misguided mistake
I always took the fall .
Each scar has a story
Each scar has a name
As I sitting alone
Brings me the raised pale shame .
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