I'd like to say that I am proud of my scars

And that they represent my courage

And the tribulations that I have overcome.

I'd like to say that it was all a piece of cake

And smile as though it never happened.

But the truth is,

My truth is,

I look at my scars and cringe.

They will never represent courage to me

And they will never be something I can be proud of.

My scars are ugly.

And the truth, hidden behind the smiles

And the happy memories

Is that I hate my scars,

And I'd rather be a normal girl

With smooth skin.

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Author's Notes:

Pretty much self-explanatory. I had Leukemia when I was a kid, and due to various treatments I'm virtually covered in scars. People like to tell me that they're battle scars and represent how brave I was... but the truth is I was a kid, and I never had a choice. I just think my scars are ugly.