I’ve been at war for a while now.
It’s not a war with love or hate.
But a war with life.
I’ve been at war for as long as I can remember.
My battle scars are skin deep.
These scars can never heal.
The pain I go through everyday.
No one really knows,
How I suffer,
Until they figure it out.
This is no ordinary war of life.
This is a war with the bullies,
I see everyday.
This war had started in elementary school,
And has been going on since then.
I don’t know when this war will end.
Maybe it never will.
But one day,
I will win this war.
This war will end one day.
But my battle scars are physically and emotionally.
Those scars will never go away.
The battle scars I have now,
Are The Scars That Made Me Stronger!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A different start with scars and hope. Thanks