Scars Remain: Breaking Free From Depression

Born rejected, wrapped in chains

Memories so clear and mostly blood stained

Never good enough from the inside out

Running through my veins, insidious self doubt

Everything wrong, seems to be my fault

Says the scars that I hide within my vault

The inner voice and self abuse

I begged and begged to call a truce

Less than perfection equals failure in my eyes

Credit for accomplishment, I always deny

Constant nagging of inadequacy

Never an ounce of self advocacy