You see that scar there?
To you it’s simply a cut.
To me it tells a whole story.
Memories of others,
That time she called you insufferable,
Or the bite mark from that guy you turned down.
When they left you standing in the rain for two hours,
Or that failed test you told no-one about.
What about the cigarette burn in your palm,
Or when he tried to strangle you.
See this cut on my hand,
It’s never just a scar or cut,
They all have stories of their own,
Or can remind you of others.
It’s all a part of growing up.