Scars

I know when you look, you can see
My body disfigured with scars
Some the shape of blooming flowers
And some the shape of shooting stars

The public map of my beginning
My unique creations of body art
Forever part of me, reminding me
How they saved my life by saving my heart

But when you look at me, can you see
The scars that burn me from inside
Ones which your wicked words put there
Desperately drowning, trying to hide.