My Bracelet

A bracelet dangles from
my wrist
covering up those scars
But, I think it
draws attention to them
I take it off
and let people see
Who cares what they think of me?
I tell them the truth
I quit
That part of my life is over and done with
But it isn't
as much as I want it to be
I don't think I will ever be able
to stop wanting to
but when people stop
and stare
I slip the bracelet back on
and people still look
If only they knew
the pain it covered-
my bracelet