Still ashamed, I still have the scars.
I’m different from the others
There’s no senseless pretense anymore.
I’m a social construct
I’ve alluded all the norms.
Society has belted out her narrative
She can’t handle my scars.
When was I ever valued?
I wasn’t valued by any means.
They stopped pretending to care
A long time ago, when I was yet unaware.
Gazing, I tried to dream
I tried to vent
My mind cast a dark spell over me
Nobody had my back.