i lay down my life in front of you
tearing at skin and bone
to give all that i have to you
but they are worth nothing
as they are not human
and you are scarred
and you are broken
and you are barely alive
but those wounds are human
they find their worth
through definition and collaboration
and they make you beautiful
if scars are not human
they cannot be defined
and they will not be recognized
while some may come
and some may grow
and many may become beautiful
i will lie here
as i am not human
as i am not allowed to be