Scars, like Stars…

she hides them

but they peek anyway

she paints them

but they peel away

she looks at them hard

when she’s alone

she relives those stories

that have long gone

she distances herself

from the world so piercing

she worries she’ll be judged

reduced to mockery

she aches to be sans them

she longs to be spared

is that too much to ask for

to be left unscathed?

she knows not

they don’t make her weak

nor do they leave her bared

she sees not they make her shine

those scars, just like stars