Mental scars, drive you mad. Emotional scars, make one sad. My back, the scars that never heal. Inside, the scars I cannot reveal. One feels the scars, ragged and rough. They make one hard, you feel real tough. The scars you have, may never conceal, The wisdom and love no-one can steal.
Yes, mental scars to all are bad. Emotional scars, in each we've had. Bodies and backs, scars may have healed. Scars to one's soul, unseen, concealed. Time flows by, those scars once rough. Soften and age, no longer tough. The scars we own make us real. Love's true wisdom, share what you feel.
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