Scars

My scars remind me the past is real,
and each one hides the mistakes I made.
When I use to sell myself short,
and didn't care how my actions would hurt me.
I lost control,
in a world that will swallow you whole if you let it.
I sacrificed my morals,
to follow in the footsteps of a stranger I knew all to well.
A stranger that didn't care where I ended up,
as long as they got what they wanted.
I lived in a world where I thought I belonged,
a belonging that wasn't based on faith or trust but based on what others could gain at your expense.
In the end my expense was a part of myself I will never get back,
an emptiness left deep in my soul that can never be filled.
So at the end of my journey I'm left with scars that will never heal,
and my stranger is left with their world where they always win.