Damaged Good

Damaged good is what I am
To this world,
To all these people.
Irreparably broken
And impossibly flawed
With scars painted across my body,
Running deep into my soul.
To me, they're ugly yet beautiful
A legacy of my sufferings,
An emblem of my survival.
To them, they're ugly and pitiful
A reason for my imperfection,
A reminder that I am
Nothing more
Than a damaged good

I scream for affection
And sympathy is what I get.
I wish for acceptance
And rejection is what I get.
I don't want to be treated
Like a stupid charity case.
And I know
All the things I've been through
It doesn't matter to you
Or anyone else
'Cause in the end
Damaged good is all I am
Torn and shredded,
Fixed and mended.
An object of no interest
A soul unworthy of love
An ambitious masterpiece
Marred by scars
A music out of tone
A star without light.