eighteen

Ignore the itch
Pray it goes away
Scratch the surface
It bleeds for days
Your fingers trace the skin
Tempting to dig deep
Touch what lies within
Are you scared of the scare it will leave?
Fear stops you once again
Who are you trying to deceive?
The scars on your face
Are deeper, fresher, bitter
Thank those on others you may grace
Don’t hide what you want to feel
The pain and joyous release
As the callous casing begins to peel.