Scars

People look at my scars Stare like I came from mars  Scars remind me the past is real  I didn't think it was a big deal My mom told me how to feel Now I don't know what is real It hurts knowing that this translates  Into invalidations I slit my wrist  I could not resist  I was only 12 years old No one was told  My mom often puts me down No matter the town We don’t get along  We don't play the right song