Scar-Less Masquerade Poem by Sarah ButlerArgo

You want to know about my life? Look at the scars I wear…representing every stab, every gash, every tear. Well, the marks you see did not arrive by razor or by knife…these scars are my stories and these stories are my life. Throughout my years of heartache I have now come to find that I’m thankful for the hard knocks and the scars they left behind. I’m grateful to the ones who tore me apart and made sure before they turned to spit on my bleeding heart because little did they know at the time of their betrayal, the painful things they did worked like wind in my sail - once the tears were cried and they could burn my face no longer it was like they always said ‘what fails to kill you makes you stronger’. So my strength, at least a part of it, I owe to my breakers – the ones who wanted more and decided ‘hell, we’ll just take hers’. We’re all desperate people trying hard to play our role, but deep in every person we are gasping from the soul…hiding our scars away wanting perfect to be seen, layering smile after smile hoping you won’t see between. Well I was sick of my layers so I let them slowly fade, in hopes that someday everyone can quit their scar-less masquerade.