The scars

They said beauty lies in the eyes of the beholders But I think less of that,I disagree cause If so ,what happened to me ?,what eyes beholds my beauty? The beauty that lies between it ,the smiles and relaxation that take over the sadness I hate the scars I stared at the mirror for so long, judging my myself I scream because I'm tired I don't know what I look like I don't recognize myself I don't know who I am constantly have to ask people, what I look like!!! Is it just my insecurities or the eyes of the beholder??? Where is the eyes that beholds my beauty .