When you look at me what do you see, do you look past the mask that I hide behind, do you see only the tattoos and the scars that I bare? I carry them around visible to all. I don’t try to be something I’m not. I may rebel, I may be defiant and not bend to societies rules. Underneath my hard exterior, my emotions are the same, I feel just as you feel, l love, I hate, I dream, I hope.