Scars
People made fun of him because he cried all day Not knowing that it's because his mother had passed away They laughed at him and said "Boys don't cry" But they never tried to understand the reason why They talked about her because she gained a lot of weight But they didn't know that her own body is something she hate They don't know she had gone without meals for days Just to get herself a perfect body a perfect face People are only interested in stories and rumor From the despair of a person they find humor No one gives them a chance to explain who they are As they pull down their long sleeves to hide away their scar Dedicated to all those who feel that they r not good enough.... You are a blessing
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POET UNKNOWN
Amazing.....its really true people always say what they want but they never what others are undergoing 💕💕👏👏
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Mysterious
@POET UNKNOWN Yes well said....thank you buddy 😊😍😍😍
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@Mysterious not to mention 😊
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