Confidently Damaged

Damaged is what they say 
When they talk behind my back.
Broken and unpredictable. 
So torn up her scars have scars,
And she wears a twitching smile.

But who likes something perfect?
What’s a world without a crack?
It’s fake and sterile and plastic.
No life, none at all to speak of.
It’s just cold and unrealistic.

My damage gives me character.
It makes up for what I lack. 
It makes me quirky and unique.
No one else has the scars I have,
My thoughts, or the way I speak.

I’m comfortable with what I am.
Go ahead with your attack. 
I don’t care, call me dense. 
Though it was a long road here,
I have finally found my confidence.


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