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
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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