Battle Scars

Pale lacing around my wrists,
Is just the comfort,
The scars deep down,
Are the ones still bleeding strong,
The pain of knowing,
That no one likes you.
Your parents,
Other students,
And yet teachers to,
Don't like you for who you are,
But what you can do,
The scars are symbolical to those,
Who just don't care,
 
My bruises don't leave,
Their the reminder,
Of my personality,
My ugly personality,
Do they think I'm a demon?
Purple,Green,and Black,
Dapple my skin,
Who am I?  
I say it almost like a prayer,
To who? I don't know,
My sore legs,
Can't finish this,
Last leg of this race,
This race called life.