Scars Don’t Ask Permission

Pain don’t knock.

Didn’t see it coming — never do One clean cut split me in two No warning light, no polite sign Just blood on the dotted line

You think you choose the wounds you get? You think you dodge regret? Life don’t wait for your condition Scars don’t ask permission

They don’t vote. They don’t wait.

Scars don’t ask permission They don’t care about your position They don’t knock before they hit They don’t soften when you split They carve their name in skin They settle deep within You don’t pick the collision Scars don’t ask permission

No, they don’t.

I’ve worn mine out in daylight I don’t hide them out of sight Every line across my chest Proof I lived, not second-guessed

You can cover them in pride You can pretend they’re not inside But truth don’t need your admission Scars don’t ask permission

They don’t fade When you wish

Scars don’t ask permission They don’t pause for your revision They don’t bend for reputation They don’t wait for explanation They remind you where you’ve been They define the fight you’re in You don’t pick the incision Scars don’t ask permission

You don’t grow without damage. You don’t harden without heat.

Scars don’t ask permission But they give you definition They don’t break you if you listen They just carve out who you’ve been I don’t hide mine anymore They’re the armor that I wore You don’t win without collision Scars don’t ask permission

And neither do I.

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