All the Pretty Faded Scars.

You shouldn't have to beg for attention,
you know mine comes free....
I hate the way he ignores you,
even when you bleed.

I know you know I'm nothing special,
but I like to make you smile.
Your mother keeps you far from me,
distanced by the miles.

Still you know I'm always here,
perpetually awaiting your return,
I keep wondering about the scar,
asking myself if I should, in turn.

I could kiss away the blemishes,
of where you marred your lovely skin.
If I knew I had the strength,
I might even let you in....