Beauty Behind Your Scars

"I envy you ooo". "Your life is moving on well". "Wow! You are established already". "Your own is good ooo". "I want to be like you".
These and so many other words am I told on daily basis.
I look at all these people giving them my thanks but I know they are all missing something.
They all seem to have a cloth over their eyes. Even though they can see, they are blind. They are blind to what lies beneath. They are blind to the stories behind my success. They are blind to the sadness within my smile. The most painful part is that they are blind to my scars. They are blind to the sources if my motivation.
If only they could read between the lines. Even at this young age, I have been through a lot.
When all they see is beautiful, all I see is ugly. When people see joy, I See pain. I have been through the good, the bad and the ugly. When I stand before the mirror, all I see are scars. I see a heart turned to titanium because of the pain caused it.
But at some point, I open up my heart and I am brought to the understanding that there is beauty in every scar. I understand that my scars also make me beautiful.

I have been scarred. At this young age, I already know what pain is. But because I smile, they don't see my pain.
My scars are what make me strong. My scars have brought me to the understanding of the world. My scars are part of my personality.
My scars are all over but hidden to those who can't see beyond the horizon. My scars make me.