I am Poem: The Scar on My Left Hand

I am what the scar on my left-hand shows.

I wonder why my words don't reach their destination.

I hear the sound of peace when I read.

I see the colors of which my emotions would be.

I want a life with no worries about money. 

I am what the scar on my left-hand shows.

I pretend the emotional scars I have don't affect me, 

but they are the worst...

I fee the look of disappointment of your face when I misbehave.

I touch the fall leaves wanting to feel as light as them.

I worry for the people around me. 

I cry when I feel like I've failed someone I care for. 

I understand I am immature. 

I say life is overwhelming, 

but if it doesn't kill me I'll be okay.

I dream of a life in peace.

I try to make myself seem perfect,

but understand

I AM human.

I hope you forgive my mistakes

I know I could have done better.

I am what the scar on my left-hand shows.