Scars

I hate the daylight
And I like to live out of a pub
I may not sit right
And my mouth needs a good scrub

I am who I am
And I’ll be who I’ll be
Why won’t you accept?
You accept everyone,
except me.

I have a 100 flaws
That’s just me…
But now a thousand scars
And that’s on you

I am not pretty but i’m
Pretty, pretty, pretty aggressive
I am not flirty, but
You cannot tell me how to live

I am who I am
And I’ll be who I’ll be
Why won’t you accept?
You accept everyone,
except me.

I have a 100 flaws
That’s just me…
But now a thousand scars
And that’s on you

How much of this will you ignore?
Your petty gifts won’t make it go
The scars you’ve left behind, won’t dry
So easily; but I won’t cry

I have a 100 flaws
That’s just me…
But now a thousand scars
And that’s on you

(c) Copyright Deepa Seshadri 2018