The world is despicable,
Yet the mind is cruel.
Pain comes from the mind,
Cruel thoughts come from the mind
And with that
Scars are formed.
Scars of any kind;
Visible or invisible,
Done or in the making.
I am scarred,
Many are scarred,
It is not the body’s work,
It is not the world’s fault,
It is the mind,
The cruelest of them all.
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