Prize Poetry

Girls With the Scars

by a young woman in America

I am the happy one, who likes to beat herself up on the inside

I am the hyper, crazy one, who might just cry herself to sleep every night

I am the defiant one, who would never tell her secrets

I am the one with the scars and their secrets.


I am the messed up one, who thinks I'll never be more than a scar on the world

I am the helpless one, who can’t change the thoughts in my head

I am the hurt one, but much more hurt on the inside.

I am the one with the scars, and their angry message is: look at what you made me become

I am the dreamer, who imagines a different life, imagines a time when I could be happy and play with markers and not blades

I am the childlike one, who remembers when boys use to have cooties not STDs

I am the one with the scars, but they are not me,

And one day their meaning will be: everyone who drove me to harm myself, you're just a fading memory