Scars

A poem about the stories behind scars people have.

Scars.
Battle scars.
Each a story in itself.
They're on the girl who can't stop crying,
And the man who relives people dying.
They cover the quiet, mistreated son,
And the self-conscious "freak" who feels so done.
They grace the arms and legs of many,
Hidden behind a fake smile by plenty.
Judged for what they've been through,
Although they'd be pitied if anyone knew.