Scars

We all have scars They are always ours, Some are self inflicted Many are just addicted. Some are always shown Some are not even known, Many are from wars Some are from slamming doors. And always when there is pain They always remain, Some are scars in the mind Those are always the worse kind. Memories that made you feel like dirt Where yourself you wanna hurt, Some people will cut Others will just shoot up. Some do it for grief or attention While others do because of memories or tension, Some don't seek help or an answer As if they had cancer. Most of them are always hidden To the world they are forbidden, But, remember no matter who we are We all have a pain and scar. Randy L. McClave