You keep hiding your scars
Back home
We paint them gold
You call them mistakes
We call them proof
You call them broken
We call them beautiful
You spend half your life pretending nothing ever happened. You smile when you're falling apart. You cover the cracks. You erase the pictures. You delete the messages. You rewrite the story until even you almost believe it. Why? That's not shame. That's your life. Every scar has a name. Every crack has a reason. Every one of them says,""I survived something.""
Gold doesn't hide the crack
It points right at it
You keep hiding your scars
Back home
We paint them gold
You call them mistakes
We call them proof
You call them broken
We call them beautiful
That scar on your heart? Somebody you loved. That scar in your head? A night you thought you'd never survive. That scar in your pride? You trusted the wrong person. Good. Now you've got a story nobody else can steal. Perfect things never teach anybody anything. Broken things do. That's why I never trust people who say they've never failed. They're either lying... or they've never really lived
Stop polishing the mask
Polish the scar
Make people look at it
Make them ask
""What happened?""
Smile
Say
""I earned it.""""
You keep hiding your scars
Back home
We paint them gold
You call them mistakes
We call them proof
You call them broken
We call them beautiful
Don't cover the crack
Light it up
Let the whole world see where life hit you
And where you hit back
That's Kintsugi
That's beauty
That's you
