My scars tell a story

My scars tell a story
My mom doesn’t want to hear,
She thinks I’ve grown from her,
She wants me near.

My anger took over.
My adrenaline extremely high,
Why I got so angry,
I can’t explain why.

You tell me it was stupid,
What I did, I shouldn’t.
But if I could go back and change it,
I’d have to say I wouldn’t.

What I did was dumb
I never hear the end
But if I went back,
I’m positive I’d do it again.

Momma, there’s nothing wrong,
I promise I’m fine
But what I did that day,
Was just me handling mine