I see Scars.
Skin that is not fully my own
Bits and pieces
Shreds of uncolored flesh that i have build up over the years, A mouth that always forms a fake smile,
And green eyes that recall Memories I no longer wish to see.
Though i see a strong man,
Overcoming, welcoming to strangers,
As many will see the bear-built man covered in tattoes and scars,
I see him as an experienced individual who has seen pain
WHo has felt remorse
who has learned of regret
and Is at inner peace with his past.
This is what i see in myself, and my future