It's the scarred ground on which I have waged a war with myself. The prize is the belief that I am something. That I am worth more than simply what you see. I have fought battles. I have made concessions in the hopes that changing things that are offensive will allow the important things to shine through.

In the process I have damaged the one thing that is truly mine in this world, at least in this life.

And nothing I do will hide or change that.

I am the evidence of my own low self esteem.