SCARES UNSEEN

From the tears stains upon my face to the aches and pains, that eat away at the very core of my being as it shreds and digs, away at the very existences of me as a beautiful strong intelligent woman. For beneath the surface there are scars unseen by the naked eyes as they are thoughts, hidden beneath the surface of my mind touching and pulling, at the mere fabric of the skin of my flesh. For it doesn't really matter the how what and where it happen, for what truly matters is WHY it happen to me mentally and emotionally and physically and spiritually. For they say confession is good for the mind and soul but yet who's soul and mind, may I ask of you as the very deepness of my life was altered by words and actions. For did I deserve the abuse physically and mentally for did I deserve the hateful words that one can never take back. For let's just put it out there for did I deserve to be afflicted, emotionally and spiritually slowly breaking down the layers of my heart and soul. Making me feel uncomfortable and unwanted, and unloved and unworthy due to the low self-esteem you gave me just because I am a woman too strong enough for you.