Scars

We all have them, some less obvious than others. I think the less visible ones are the ones that own us; push us to or from despair. May yours give you strength.

And doesn't that sound familiar? Doesn't that hit too close to home?
Doesn't that make you shiver; the way things could've gone?
And doesn't it feel peculiar when everyone wants a little more?
And so that I do remember to never go that far,
Could you leave me with a scar?