I am sorry
These memories haunt
The scars run deep
People say you are fine
I want to ask them
Can you see my scars?
You don't know everything in my life
Some people hide their pain
We bottle it up
And the tiniest thing triggers a memory
Every time that they come up
The wound is opened
And more is added to our scars
The pile up
One on top of the other
Disfiguring and mutilating
Causing you to not recognize
Even yourself
So forgive me for not forgetting
Forgive me for guarded myself
This is my way to survive
I wish I could change
I do,
But this is me and there is nothing that I would take back
I am who I am because of these scars
Whether visible or not,
I am scarred
And there is beauty in the pain.