**Made a few changes to make the poem a bit clearer. Let me know what you think?
Up until a year and a half ago, I used to self harm a lot, and I have a lot of very visible scars from it. Thankfully, I have been blessed with a pretty well honed ability to be oblivious and I don't notice a lot of the stares and comments, but some even I can't avoid. I'm okay with it, but sometimes I do wish people would look past the scars I wear and see my heart.
**SPOILER** This bit contains scar description--
Splotched ink refers to burns scars that resemble ink splattered onto a canvas, tallied memory are scars from cutting, and the sleeve without feeling is a skin graft that goes almost all the way around the arm.)