There once was a time
We lived without our scars.
At least, there was a time I lived without mine.

Most are good, but some also have extras.
Most are just mental memories that we still carry,
Ones that vanish in front of a camera.

No longer cute and harmless,
We now have defense.
But the consciousness of age comes with variants of light and darkness.

But through thick and thin, our scars stay with us.

July 20, 2016
I don't know. Crapy poem inspired by the song Stressed Out.