Flesh

The scars will be a language,
Translated into something
Understandable:
“Emo”, “Freak”, “attention”, “bipolar”.
But,
They're our stories,
They're our poetry.
If you wish to know us,
Just look behind the scars
And you'll see,
Damn it, that we are strong
And the scars are just battle wounds
From the seemingly endless war:
Life.

Flesh is just a piece of clothing
We all outgrow
Like an old shirt.