Crazy

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do you see my face

do you see my soul

or are my scars

these silly little scars

consumuing your brain

feeding your hate

I havent had it rough

a good family

a good house

but whos to say it never gets tough

do you see my love

do you see my beauty

no.

all you focus on is my past

stop starring at my scars.

it hurts when you laugh

STOP

do you see my progress

no.

its alright

i assumed so

my scars dont define me

my past is behind me.

i am more than my scars

i am more than my past

Stop starring at my scars

look twords the stars

...

am i crazy?

i think we all are.

 

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