Behind the Bruises

Living in our century

Can be very tough

Full of people who tell you

You’re not good enough.

If you’ve ever been told

That you don’t belong,

I want you to know

Whoever said that is wrong.


I know how it feels

To be an outcast;

I know how it feels

To be bullied and harassed.

My face isn’t spotless;

My waist isn’t thin;

I have scars and bruises

All over my skin.


But there is more

Than what your eyes see.

These scars and bruises

Do not define me.

Behind these bruises

I have nothing to hide;

Behind these bruises

I am flawless inside.


I play seven instruments

Mostly the guitar.

I also play bass

And sing like a star.

I love to go biking;

My hair is quite fine;

I take great care

Of my handsome feline.


I may not be perfect,

But who really cares?

You don’t have to listen

To what the media shares.

It doesn’t matter

If you’re skinny or fat.

You are all flawless.

Please don’t forget that.


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