I don't want to be anyone else

The frown lines are souvenirs
Survival marks, they are the cracked
Roads of my story, as is the scar
Above my right eye. Imperfections
In this world where beauty is all
Perhaps, yet they are part of me.
I don't want them removed, botoxed-out
Plumped with silicon, smoothed flat
Prefer to wear these badges of strength
They represent. Let them remind me of
The life I've lived and died, died and lived.
I'm finally happy in my skin, don't
Want to be anyone else.