Poem: The scar.
Old scars heal
But they are still there to feel
You are not the person that you
used to be
But now you are someone
So smile
Babies are all the same
Loved by all.
No one to hate
I’m not the same
My birth was not when I left the womb
But years later
Yesterday
The day before
Tomorrow
Every single scar
Is what I am
Full. Grown up. Mature.
Laughing like a child.
A child I only see when I smile.
That is the scar I carry inside.
12/10/2026
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