Healed but There.

I carry my scars with me; the worst cannot be seen,
I won’t deny their existence, or deny where I’ve been.
I don’t hide my scars, so I’m different from you,
You’ll count it against me; it’s just what you do.

Yes, I’ve been hurt, and I’ve worked hard to heal.
I’ve come through the fire, stronger and more real.
My scars don’t define who I am; they are a sign,
Of the battles fought and lessons learned over time.