You’ve held me together,
Through every bruise, cut, and blemish I can remember,
But I have critiques,
Some things I’d wish you’d do better,
When we first fought, only thirteen,
You drew painful constellations across my face,
I picked and scrubbed at you,
I wanted them gone without a trace,
I couldn’t look at you in the mirror,
I prayed and prayed for you to get just a little bit clearer,
At fifteen I thought I could control you,
Serums, creams,
I thought you had finally given me grace,
Only for you to show up again,
You were my enemy in other ways,
If there was a chance you’d oblige to me, when?
You are my first line of defense,
But my utmost disgrace,
Now, I wish I was kinder,
For you still serve as a reminder,
Not every scar is erased from you,
I’m not so sure I want them to,
Every time I covered you up,
You only shined through,
It’s about time I start embracing you