Scars

You look at my arms and ask:

“Why all the scars?”

I don’t reply, but just think about all the reasons why they’re there.

Lonliness

Anger

Sadness

Fresh ones

Old ones…

they’re still there no matter what.

I can’t take that back.

I look back on life, and think about my childhood.

I was happy

Free.

I had no worries, or a care in the world.

And now I have the marks on my arms to show that I’m not happy anymore.

Why can’t you see that?

I look back up at you to tell you

But you’ve already gone away like everyone else.