Scars remind me that my past was real,
like the sight of you and the scent of beer.
I’ll never hate anything more:
you are everything that I abhor.
These scars remind of the truth…
what was God thinking when he made me from you?
My sons will never suffer this fate,
I’ll never become this thing I hate.
The scars remind me of where I’m from
and of the thing I’ll never become.