Scars

I have scars on my mind
and scars on my wrist.
The ones on my wrist
earn me looks of disgust,
because what kind of
messed up freak harms
themselves like that?
But, the thing is,
the scars on my mind
are way worse.
They're the ones
you have to worry about,
but it seems nobody
notices them.
They're the ones,
though,
that put the scars
on my wrist.