Thoughts of Sania

If I'm brave enough to cut deep enough Will I be able to cut off All the portions I dislike? Tear those away from All my remaining flesh and bones In hopes to salvage what was left behind Once they're gone I'll convert the scars into something beautiful Like one covers a bad tattoo But till those parts of me are here I'll weep and hope for courage to never come Because, perhaps, I hold beauty in this eccentric way too