By: Chanel Cao
I’ve got scars all over,
Yet they mean nothing to me.
They’ve only got some things right;
They tell half a story.
I’ve got scars all over;
I wish they meant something to me.
They’re the moments of weakness;
Pain etched in memory.
I’ve got scars that still bleed,
Can’t stop them from ruining me.
The pen inked in bitter blood
Still writes a tragic story.
I’ve got scars that long faded,
Yet pain’s still new to me.
It’s like I never learned that lesson,
Never made that memory.
I’ve got scars deep down;
I wish they would heal.
But scars are never painful
If emotions were never real.
Writer's Statement: My inspiration for my poetry is often a combination of my own experiences and experiences I imagine has happened to other people that I could easily see myself in. Often, my poems are rather serendipitous and finished within a small time frame, and I find that I use a lot of rhyme to express myself. There is a certain intriguing aesthetic feeling I aim for in my poems, and I hope that is enjoyed by you. Thank you.