Imaginary Battle Scars

Working up to your performance,
You relish people thinking you're unhappy.
If you can't get noticed for something good,
You'll get it for heartaches that are imaginary.

Drinking up the stares like nectar.
You don't even mind the blood and the burn,
It's all worth it in the end;
For the sweet sympathy you receive in return.

And you won't patch up your wounds,
It stings; that's true,
But the more battle scars,
The more attention it gets you.

Some of us wish away our insecurities,
Wish to be the best we can be,
But you sit content in your sickness,
Wearing little problems like fashion accessories.