I'm only human.

Looking at me you wouldn't guess that I have a tattoo, or a scar that looks like a smiley face from holding a lighter lit for a minute, waiting for it to get hot enough to burn me. I actually had someone do that to me when I was younger because all the other kids that I was hanging out with was doing it.  I wanted to be excepted. I don't think I was ever excepted in there group.  I wasn't bad enough. I was constantly being put down but I just brushed it off just like I did everything else. The scar that I have on my left hand will never go away. I used to hate it.  I can remember telling my mom that I burnt it on a roller coaster ride. The sun beat down on the seats and metal and I got burned.  Yeah, I was an awful liar. But she never blinked. Now it reminds me of how far I've come.  And it also reminds me that I'm just human. I don't look at people or judge them from there outer appearance because you never know what they went through or may be going through.  Growing up when I looked at someone nicely dressed, with jewelry to match, someone that I looked up to, I would think to my self that I could never be like them. But what I have learned it that we've all gone through somethings. Maybe not the exact things but we can be whatever we want as long as we believe enough in our selves. It's taken me a long time to realize who I am and the type of person I want to be. I have grown a lot. I am not who I used to be, but not yet where I want to be either. I still look down and see my smiley face scar and this time when I do I smile.  It's a good conversational piece. It allows me to tell my story and hopefully my story will reach someones heart. I hope that when people look at me they see more than what's on the outside. Someone can be as pretty as a flower and be wilting on the inside. We are only human.