Poem: The Scar

Poem: The Scar

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Life presents up with choices.

Choices of love.

Choices of friends.

Choices of living.

I made a choice to love a man,

who did not love me.

Instead, he hurt me.

The pain in my mind will forever be.

He left my with a scar,

which is visible physically and mentally.

Every time I am alone,

the pain of the past lingers on.

I try so hard to forget

the man who affected me in such a way

that memories seem like yesterday.

Nevertheless, I exist,

as a person with a scar.