There is a strength that comes from scars that we do not find any other way. So let us embrace our scars, let us run and jump and dance, and bear our scars to the world. Let us rejoice that we are free from hiding, free from shame.
My face is something that I cannot bare to see
Every blemish, pimple, and scar bothers me
Ah, my face has seen the unseen
Every punch, scratch, bite, and burn has imprentened my horrors
These eyes are not a representation of reflection
These peepers are keepsakes of long nights, early mornings, fights, and frights
Something is wrong with my face
Why does it show what I know?
Why does it reveal my struggles?
Why oh why does my face look like this?
A pat here, a stroke there, and maybe even some lipstick
Though I can make it up
Though I can hide behind all things that make it look real
I still can’t bare to look at my face
A name with no face doesn’t cut it
A face with no name doesn’t click
Ah, my face
Whether I like it or not
Mirror or no mirror
Ashamed or proud
I have to come face to face with my face
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