Scars. (tw.) ---- Blog entry 4 (another short one sry!)

Scars are intriguing some fade and some stay. Sometimes it feels like having an unwanted guest you want them to leave but they won't. I want them not to define me all the time. I want people to look at me if I were a person not an alien on an unknow planet. I want to stop being stared at in the halls just because I wore a short sleeve. I want people to stop making comments. I wish people saw more than just my scars because I know I am more than my scars. I'm a person.