The Battle Between Stretch Marks and Scars

The battle between stretch marks and scars

Has been going on in my body for ages Scattered they may be. Or in clusters more than three. This will always be...

Whether a growth spurt Or a rapid weight gain

Always due to the amount of medication

Doctors trying to stabilize the situation

Or was it the itch in your head;Or The signs you misread...The wishing you were dead

Either way that itch grew,And developed into a need... to numb your thoughts and To scratch until you bleed..

Between the two types of marks you were a shredded piece of art

You were one of those pieces of where

the artist didn't like their creation

So they scribbled and scratched it out

And they killed its animation

But the strokes went too deep

The paper shredded ...And everything underneath

You could see the damage

You could feel the lies

Just like destroying your art, your canvas

Your pages of porcelain white skin

You damaged all and the the ink has run to thin

the people stopped and stared

At the mess you made

You scream "it's my body my art!"

They don't know what to say

You were screaming on the outside

Just by looking at your skin

But the feeling decay is never pleasant

And now fear is what you live in

Just know you're no canvas you're a human being.. And yes know the sadness, and it's hard to intervene. But know you aren't your sadness and your scars don't make you unclean.

You're as beautiful as an ocean, you're the wind In the trees. Your moon at its fullest pulling the tides to there knees. You're everything you need to be to fight this fight with me.