Scar’s Falsehood

Each scar mocks the inner, incomprehensive pain,

That once erupted under my skin.

They almost serve as a lighter pigment

To halfheartedly highlight

The pain without depth.

If only they could do justice

To the pain that erupted into my body

With such disdain,

That my body part became unrecognizable,

Into a swollen red clump

Of vanquished white blood cells.

They are subtle

And pathetic reminders,

Of a time

More concrete,

Raw,

And, painful

Than this exact moment.

They are useless

To display the story of truth

And thus, fail to authentically reveal

What has become me.

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