Scars Poem by Alicia Roseberry

the scars on my arms and legs tell a story,
the story of a lost litte girl,
of the razors she spun and swirled,
a mix of blood and anger,
blacking out,
seeing on what i want to see,
the pain in my heart,

the scars on my face,
are from me being a discrace,
when she hits,
just makes it easier to cut,
the razor falls from my grip,
my mind starts to slipp,
do i deserve thse scars,
should i have to cut the pain way,
do everything she hates,
just to get her to stop calling me names?
should i have been born?
i ask these questions all the time,
but i never get an answer thats mine,
these scars tell a story,
of what time,
has done to me.