Scars


We each have a Scar.
But not every scar
Is visable.

My scars show on my arms.
They tell people that I'm struggling,
Struggling with depression.

My brother has a Scar on his heart.
This shows he will never forget
The friend he lost in that wreck.

My friend has a scar on his face.
This tells that he has seen hell first Hand in the world of war.

We all have scars that tell others Something about us.

So before you talk down or bad about someone. Stop and think...
What do the scars say?

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem