The very scars, at times, hidden
Through shame and humiliation,
Continue to cut deep
As legacies of past struggles
Resurrect their ugly heads
To remind you of where you fit in this world.
You’ve come to learn you are not good enough
No matter how hard to try to put them behind you
They poke their heads up,
Laughing at your efforts to be better.
All that is left is your constant desire
To be there, to hope, often against hope,
That you will be seen as worth it.
Survival, for all its worth
Becomes a default position.