The ones who wear their


The ones who wear their heart on their sleeve 

We are the few

the ones who are constantly stepped on

The ones no one understands because we


too fat or

too skinny

too tall or

too short

too weird and

too loud with

no child support

the ones who care about others

are the shoulder to cry on

yet the ones we're supposed to be able to rely on

go the opposite direction and walk away

we are the ones who endure walking through life day after dreadful day 

feeling happiness not anger or hurt,

becasue we wear our heart on our sleeve, we can brush away the dirt

of being stepped on

spat on

becasue we can see 

the beauty in kindness

the kind of person you will NEVER be.

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