Peeling paint

My skin the color of an off white table blanketed in dust.
With marks of what has been left behind.
Might it be cup rings
Stains from last years party
Sharpie from when we were young
Blood stains from the time you fought
For I am covered in the marks left behind.
The scratches from nails when in anger.
The scars of the past.
Remember that time you almost threw me out?
Yeah, I got a chipped corner from that.
Remember when you had to replace my glass center after breaking it to pieces for art?