Taking the Time

See these scars on me?
They're not little scrapes, you see.
They're proof of my hardships and shame.
They're forever with me, like my name.

See these eyes, clever and green?
They hold secrets of all I've seen.
They're just like wounds, so deep.
They're reflections of the skeletons I keep.

So will you waste your time to judge?
That'd be like trying to convince a stone, unwilling to budge.
That's me saying I don't care anymore.
So go ahead, it's not like I haven't heard it before.