You say you’ll like me when my clothes are off
They conveniently cover up what you don’t see.
Maybe you’ll like me; probably not.
Too many scars form lessons taught.
I know better than to show my skin.
They beat and bruise me on a whim.
Cut me down when they’re done
I make them laugh, it’s all in fun.
When I’m naked they hurt me the most.
When I’m vulnerable; when I’m exposed.
They take advantage, maybe they think I’ll break?
They don’t know that you can break someone
Who’s already broken.
I gave myself these scars long before they hurt me.