Beauty
She has one beauty - only one -
Her single pride and glory.
Some may call it ugliness,
But each mark tells its story.

Self-inflicted punishments
Tell of every time she fell.
No artistry - they're straight and harsh,
But each a wish for a funeral knell.

She has worked hard at every one,
And relished every drop of pain.
She loves the scars that lace her body -
Yet she will always hide them.