the real me many will never know. beautiful yet in the eyes of the beholder ugly, brave, free, yet tortured confined and scared. full of imperfections, scars, bad memories. tortured, scarred mentally, emotionally,physically. i try to hide them, no one can see me hurt, feel my scars, my fears; hide them from everyone and anyone. let no one in, they will just defy you, betray you, hurt you. painfully i know and see what is going on, i feel the pain of letting no one in, trusting no one, expecting to be hurt, scarred. i try and try everyday to move on to erase the scars the memories that imperfections before they consume me.