Battle Scars

I’m having a self-conscious day, I tell him
Shamefully unveiling my slices and scars.
You look beautiful as always, responds
Before I can rebury my mutilated face in my hat
Would’ve been nice to hear, I think
Before I tried to re-form myself for you.
Though, it’s nice to hear it for once from a guy who
Isn’t drunk, doesn’t want anything from me
When I haven’t even looked in a mirror.
But even though I don’t think I believe him
A tiny corner of me feels validated anyway,
And maybe I don’t need to hide.