Scars

Memories from the past.
Always a reminder of the evil we've endured,
stories of how we've lasted,
Remembering of how our bodies healed.

I've always admired scars,
they stand out against everything.
Bold. They hold their stories.
They are hated, but accepted.

They don't care how people assume the worst about them,
at one point they were infected with everyone's horrible disease,
just like the people who assume about them.
They healed over, they fought, they are distinct.

They did not conform,
they resisted everyone's stares,
their attempts to change them.
They are strong.

I am a scar...