Scabes

I try every day to set myself up for someone I trust to see my scars.  I even sit there in class and pick at the scabes or fiddle with the bracelets I use to hide them.  I let my friends play with the bracelets, give them full view of my wrists.  And they never notice.  I just want someone to see, to understand, and to take my hand and lie to me and tell me it’s ok and that they’ll take care of me.