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Scar knew he was unloved.
Even a blind man could see that
There was no denying
It was just fact
Scar knew he was unloved
From the way people would talk when they think he’s not listening
Thinking he’s oh so blissfully unaware
Of all their sneers
Scar knew he was unloved
When the people he thought did
Could only look him in the eye and say
“No offense”
Scar knew he was unloved
Especially from Grian’s shout
It was one of pure anguish
Scar could have assumed he was grieving
Scar knew he was unloved
When he figured out that Grian’s anguish
Was because they were stuck together
Something had truly died that day
Scar knew he was unloved
When he started only wearing long sleeves
And no one suspected a thing
No one cared for the scars that laid beneath
Scar knew he was unloved
For a month he had gone around
Talking and listening
Making books and books on the good and bad
Scar knew he was unloved
The books of good and bad were supposed to help
To show him that people loved him
It only confirmed his fears
Scar knew he was unloved
As he sat with all the books around him
There was seven for every bad thing said
And the good book hadn’t even been finished
Scar knew he was unloved
He had gone around to every Hermit’s house
Leaving a sign and paper for them
“Who would you never want to team with?”
Scar knew he was unloved
After going around again
There was one thing that each of them said
“Scar”
Scar knew he was unloved
The hermits were having a meeting
Scar hadn’t gone
No one had come to check up or even noticed he was absent
Scar knew he was unloved
Jellie got along so well with Pearl
If he were to ever disappear
At least Jellie wouldn’t miss him too much
Scar knew he was unloved
As he stood in the middle of no where
Turning one last time to the town they all built
And then he left, knowing they didn’t care