Scar, you mark me,
You disgust me,
You explain me,
Even though you might scare me,
The isolation is okay,
When you have so many scars you force others to stay away,
It is painful to earn them,
The problem is intense,
The feeling of running through a barbed wire fence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life can be just like that to some.