My scars

I know they are showing.
The least I want is people looking.
Looking at my scars.
The scars that have become a part of my body.
Have become a part of me.
Memories of what I have been through, pain, hurt.
Scars that have damaged my beauty.
I carry them with me everyday.
Fact is, they are there.
Thruth is they are a memory of what I have overcome.
Memories that can make me lift up my head.
Cause yes, pain, hurt, sorrow I have conquered.
So the scars or just a stamp of another victory.