I have been hurt
Which left the memory
Of this bite
Which shows that I am
Your
Possession
This smiley faced scar
Is it not here from your love?
Is it here from your hatred?
The tears mix with the blood
Flowing from these open wounds
I might be hurt,
But like this scar
I'm smiling
For this won't disappear
And neither my hatred
For the thing that called me a object.