Scars

When my parents began to fight,
I was slowly torn apart.
And so began the single tear,
That formed inside my heart.

With every clash the tear did grow,
'Till it became a hole.
It grew so dire no bandage could heal,
The hole that was my soul.

When arguments ended and I was alone,
I began to stitch up my person.
I continued to fix my parent-caused wounds,
But things continued to worsen.

In the final days of my guardians' divorce,
Both halves of my body were claimed.
Each mother tugged at left and right,
And my body was permanently maimed.

Since the split I've tried to sew up,
The damage that has occurred.
A permanent scar remains on my frame,
From my history with pain and hurt.

My surgeries have caused many scars.
But not as many as your wars.