As I grow,
There's a pain with a never ending flow,
On different places and different parts,
I have many hideous scars,
There's some on my waist,
Thick, scary, and hard to misplace,
Quite a few on my knees,
Everyone of them makes me displeased,
On my eyebrow there's one too,
Man am I a clutz and a fool,
On my wrist it's the most visible of all,
It's the one I hate the most and it's a smoker's fault,
I'm proud if my scars,
They show what I've lived through,
But there's one I hate too,
It's the worst of all that's not visible to the naked eye,
It's the scar on my soul that makes me cry,
How I got it I'm not sure,
But this scar does not allure,
It was my fate I can't deny,
But it's due to this one scar I refuse to die,
I try my best to spread some light,
But I should've known the darkness will override,
As I grow,
There's a pain with a never ending grow,
And it's the scar on my soul that makes me so cold,