Treasure Island

sara loveday

(10-7-1999 / crossville tn)

not just a scar


when i look in the mirror
what do i see
many scars spread over me
but with each scar
there is a tale
from all the times that i have failed
but even though it sounds kind of grim
each one is linked to a happy time that i spend
from making doughnuts to riding bikes
from all grown up to a little tike
now that all these thoughts have cleared my head
i have to feel of bieng braindead
now when i look at the scars on me
bitter moments i no longer see
although those moments are still here
happy times are very near
so now when i look in the mirror i see
not just a scar but a memory

Submitted: Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, August 22, 2012

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