Everything leaves a scar
Nothing leaves unharmed
Or it could leave a mark
But it’s telling the truth
The fights you fought in
And every time you sinned
The classes you skipped
And the words you said
When you’ve been hurt bad
And you go all mad
And you’re seeking for revenge
There’s a scar in you
People who hurt you will regret
But the pain you suffered you won’t forget
Every right I did
Every wrong I commit
Still there
Memories
Gripping me
Scarring me
Frightening me
Haunting me
Never to be Lost
Are you feeling regret?
Why is it so?
Have you done something wrong?
Or is there something you’d rather forget
Scars leave marks
They are our identity
They help build up our curiosity
Sometimes the scars will heal
But other times it won’t
Some scars are invisible
Others are not
There are scars, you’ve gotten from war
Or fighting for a good cause
Not all scars are bad
But neither are they good
Scars bring our true self
They tell people who we really are
Scars don’t lie
There like fingerprints from a crime
Sadly we punish ourselves far too much. Too, usually all the good that we do is never acknowledged yet we must not let this stop us from doing good for we know the feeling it gives to help. Particularly like your last line Maya. Thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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