Scars

Your scars may be plentiful

They are part of you

Not all of you

They each tell a story

Your story. 

Concealed or not its your choice

To tell or not to tell

Noone can make you feel 

Inadequate;

Not without your own consent.

Don't let their judgements form

The one you see in the mirror

They are perfect in all their flaws 

They are the one who understands 

You the best.

They are beautiful with diamond light eyes

And a soul of stars 

They can shine bright 

If you would only let them