poemranker ::Scars by Pervy Elf

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Free verse № 111999

Scars

Member since 2003 · Posted 9 Sep 2004 · 2 comments

You talk like your mother & write like your father A perfect blend: Light & Dark. Opposites attracting. To make a perfect little girl. But you're not so perfect, Are you? You have scars. Maring your skin & Heart. You keep picking at the scabs, hoping that they Heal. Don't pretend. You like your scars. Showing them off to strangers. And when they cringe, you laugh. Saying, "They're perfect. Just like I was meant to be."

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[7] deleted user 11-Sep-04/2:01 PM Reply
Mared should be marred. People do not tend to pick at scabs and hope they heal. A rasping 'you think picking at scabs will make them heal' would probably be better.
[7] LintyWeenis 11-Sep-04/4:39 PM Reply
Well, I can't complain. 7 for me.