Blemishes. We hate them and forget everyone has them. The outer ones like pimples and deep cuts are the most noticeable. Everyone has felt ashamed for their own, that's the world we live in, but the moon and her marks are still precious among the wondrous beauty of the jagged stars. The inner blemishes we have are from memories, hurtful words from others, and the deepest ones are from ourselves. You'll heal. Whether you speed up the process by accepting yourself is your own decision.
Now, if only I could listen to my own advice. I don't have a blemish like the rest of my kin, I am a blemish carving my own cave within the scars of my life.
To humans, I've been ridiculed or been given pity or compassion by others for the condition they call vitiligo. To my kind, well, werewolves are the name humans and the wolves call themselves. I, on the other hand, have experienced both worlds. The human race is divided into different sections called races where the color of skin and speech determines their worth. Seemingly, that's not the case within the semi-caste system the wolves have adopted, except it is. The expectation and outlier is solely me.
I don't have vitiligo. I am the unacknowledged race, or game as I prefer to say, the wolves refuse to see. Maybe that's because I haven't crept out of the shadows concealing my stupid discoloration. We once were proud to bear those marks in our community, the more marks the more beautiful you are. That's what we all thought. Until... there wasn't a we or us or our anymore.
It's me now. And I'm a coward in the dark giving advice to step into the light when I refuse to see my skin is light and dark in splotches I need to accept.
Now, I'm a disgrace to my Lymphares heritage of combined beauty, an outsider who is a wolf but not at the same time, a coward who teaches love is the answer to all problems... when love is what broke and scarred me the most.
And I'm never going to forget the pain of my scars when that "amazing someone" appears to caress them. You're never going to be alone, I'll make sure of that, but the expectation of loneliness banished in my cavities is one that will never come to be. And I'll never accept it anyway.
Go ahead and try mysterious one.
And I never lose.