We all have scars
that tell their tales
of times we hurt
and those we failed.
We do our best
to hide them all,
yet gain some more
each time we fall.
We all are broken
not one untouched.
I am no different
I have my crutch.
You see it there
it does not hide,
like all the scars
so deep inside.
So when at me
you choose to look,
don’t judge the cover
but read the book.
Perhaps you’ll see
I’m just like you,
because you know
you’re broken too.
~ elr
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