I sit and stare at this ugly scar.
The one that reminds me of where we are.
One in which, I was unsuccessful.
Like I hide my depression,
now I hide my lack of self control.
I just had this star tattoo fixed.
The one I got as an act of rebellion.
It now serves as a painful reminder,
of how much I can take.
My limit needs to be wider.
I've been through hell there's no way to deny it.
It started with you, the damn devil manifested.