I am the happy one, who likes to joke around.
I am the hyper, crazy one, who might jump off a couch.
I am the defiant one, who would never stand down.
I am the one with the scars and their secrets.
I am the messed up one, who thinks weird.
I am the helpless one, who can’t change a thing about anything.
I am the hurt one, but much more hurt on the inside.
I am the one with the scars, and their angry message is to fall and not get up.
I am the strong one, who is determined to do what I want with no obstacles.
I am the dreamer, who imagines a different life, imagines a time when it was equal.
I am the childlike one, who remembers the days I used to ride my bike.
I am the one with the scars, but they are not me,
And one day their meaning will be nothing.