Her scars are beautiful . Not just like you. Her scars is that one beautiful red rose in the garden of flowers... She got thorns that just come before her soft petals . The one that are with her never removed those thorns yet holded her so patiently that they never ever got hurt by that bruital part.
She is not like you. She uses those thorns to cut her fingers and when the blood oozes out . It spreads so perfectly on paper as if their is no wound left. Then she uses her scalpal over and over again to master her peice of art to get the real perfection .
Yet one day when she grows old her thorns will fall and the gust of wind will make her petals so free that they will fall leaving unfinished peice of art