My Proud Scars
cover my arms, my legs and stomach, and hips..
they remind me of my life's roller coaster flips.
up and down and scarie turns.
..making me fear of the next hearbreak up ahead...
taunting me with the box of razors under my bed.
should i hide them, or should i run? ...
from every love...from everyone? ? ?
do they give me strength for tomorrow, ...or do they just remind me of my sarrow?
should i cover them up, or be proud?
i dont know wether to laugh, or to scream aloud.
.. am i strong enough to open my eyes and enjoy this roller coaster ride?
or am i still.. at war inside?
Monday, November 16, 2009