My Scared Hands

I look at my hands
covered in scars
some from animals,
some from burns,
some from knives,
some from things
I can't define
my life scared,
my own story,
on my hands
my scars, beautiful
to my eyes
hold my hands
and just look
look at me
my imperfect story
written in lines,
uneven, ugly, circles
grinning half marks
look and see
please, see me