I Medusa.

some people are scarred

beyond the point of starting new

the point of loving someone

EVER again

some people are scarred

from their childhood

from their actions & choices

from the people they love

people they hate

ALL people are scarred

I  know you can not love me.
No one can.
That I know by now.

Not because of your scars,
but because of mine.

So, just tell the truth,
when I ask your heart.

Simply tell me that you feel like spewing,
when you see my scales,
the snakes of anger hanging around me.
Tell me you despise me
for being deflowered.


Tell me, with honesty you'd rather
be stoned
than love me!

I'm not a fool!
I know, scars are scars, after all;
they are just marks.
Left alone, scars don't hurt.