Scars Read Count : 99

Category : Poems

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No one really knows the real me, I hide it so well that I have even forgotten my own self. It’s hard to open up and be who you really are because once you do that it’s like everyone can read your scars. My scars, the ones you would see are the ones that cut me the deepest, the ones that made me bleed. But those scars I speak of, are the ones who made me, they may have cut me the deepest but they also helped me rise from the depths of the burning ashes of who I used to be like a reborn Phoenix...

-lexcee Perez ❤️

Comments

  • Jun 13, 2019

  • Maurice  Beres

    Maurice Beres

    Well said 🦋🦋🦋

    Jun 13, 2019

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