Linda Brooks - Scar

Scar, you mark me,
You disgust me,
You explain me,
Even though you might scare me,
The isolation is okay,
When you have so many scars you force others to stay away,

It is painful to earn them,
The problem is intense,
The feeling of running through a barbed wire fence.

Linda Brooks

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/scar-8/