Scars

You're lucky.
You're lucky you didn't have to wake up in the morning to see your left hand marked with three ugly looking scars that carried nightmares with them.
You're lucky that you didn't have to look at the mirror and see how torn and messed up you look like with these scars sticking its tongue out on you; laughing at you.
You're lucky that you didn't have to hide your hand whenever you're around your family just so that they wouldn't ask questions.
You're lucky that you didn't have to feel like crying whenever you saw these scars.
You're lucky that you didn't have to come up with the lamest excuse when people saw your scars.
You're so lucky that you didn't have a painful reminder of how stupid and weak you are everyday.
You're lucky you didn't have scars like mine.