The Wolverine - Itzel Aquino

My story is dangerous
My scars reveal my past
Yet, my mind cannot recall
What happened to me last

The strength of my pages reveals my truth
You pay your worth to get into my booth,
But my mind will not let you in,
For my anger is within

Anger that is kept hidden
The story on my skin has it written
I try to forget what I didn’t want to experience,
It all comes back making me furious

My past, my past, the story I tell
The story that made it heaven or hell
So far, I can only tell what I’ve gotten over
Like an alcoholic that can never get sober

Like a baby bird that is yet to fly,
But its wings are too weak to touch the sky
I try to let go but I am not strong
At least not enough to forget this for long

But it’s okay, at least for me
No one needs to know what ends up making me happy
What puts a smile on my face
The day I go through ugly disgrace,

The day I die I will remember
That it was my scars that made me better