Scars

 



       the very lines crossed each waking moment;
       scars till scorned; seeking rebirth through new skin;
       could one truly go through hell and back again;
       or is there a-maze that will never cease to end;

        perhaps one only pretends;
        there's a race against time;
        a chase called depression;
       forks in the road to embrace discipline;
 
       as rebels choose a path;
       as the insiders laugh;
       and the outsiders claw and scratch;
       while the prize dangles in their face....