This is a curse not a gift So what is my mission this is a skin condition Not one of my ambitionSo now here's your time to listen When people look at meand ask me what is on your arm I change the subject they should find some respect Not trying to disrespect But don't you think they need To find a better a way of asking Instead of attacking The doctors call this a disability But maybe they're just full of gullibility This also comes with a learning problemMaybe it's my time to blossom My family says not to be discouraged But how should I be encouraged Well I try to keep my poker face on So others think I'm brave But at least I know I'm saved I ask myself why I'm still insecure Maybe I just need a listener I throw all these bars But yet no one sees the scars Yet, I know I can achieveAs long as I believe That I can be the person God wants me to be
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