A pretty face with dark brown eyes,
nothing like you ever expected.
This world is cruel,
not even the least bit understanding.
Strangers faces looking down,
shaking heads and disgusted features.
They tell me it's true nobody's perfect,
what a heartless thing to say
to a complete stranger.
I can keep working harder,
though what's the point any longer?
The past dictates the present and future...mine reads: