Scars follow us wherever we go. They’re like tattoos but worse. Badges of disgrace, disgust and dissapointment painted on my skin. Large and small all screaming their name, who i was, what i have become. Theyre telling the world theyre story and although you can cover them up temporarily they are always still there. What ive done. What i have been through. Scars are forever. Well, at least mine are. Its so hard dealing with the everyday questions let alone thinking of what ill have to face in the future. Explaining them to future boyfriends, lovers, husbands. And hoping theyll still accept me and love me regardless of my past. Explaining them to future employees, coworkers, bosses or lying at least…Explaining them to family, freinds, and inlaws. What will they think of me? Will they judge me? And worst of all explaining them to my future children! “Mommy what happened to you there?”, and having to LIE. Lie like i did, lie like i do. Cover up my faults with cotton candy bubble gum filled fibs. Made up marshmellow fluff to fool them all. Because i know the truth will hurt the most. The truth will reveal the monster behind the mask and nothing will never be the same. Some scars are forever… Living breathing proof of what ive become and theres no denying that. I wish my scars were gone and my memory washed clean so i could start over new again…