Scars and What Ifs

There are days that I stare at my scar and entertain pointless thoughts of what-ifs. 

What if I didn't have this scar? Would my entire life be different?

What if I died instantly from that accident when I was six. 

Where could I possibly be now?

What if I didn't teach myself to be strong? Would I survive the endless loathing? 

Would I survive such a vicious world?

Then I revert to reality and remind myself all over again. 

"You got out alive. 

 You are alive. 

 You are strong. 

 Stronger than whatever tried to hurt you".