Scars

I roll my sleeves up,
and show you the real me,
count them 1,2,3
the numbers go higher,
you seem upset,
do not worry.
they are just scars,
scars sealed with a tear in each,
all over my arms,
you see,
looking up i shed a few tears,
and wipe them away,
this is the real me,
the lifeless person..
My scars are who i am..
they are opened with anger
and sealed with tears,
i pull my sleeve down,
and smile weakly,
as it seems you care not deeply of my scars,
but the broken heart that lays within
me.