Your Mask

Each scar tells a memory

It's your turn to tell your story.

That's now a part of you

You just have to find the clue

The way you see it may be blurry.

 

You must see past it to find your glory.

Looking in the mirror, don't worry,

Because the outside is just a view.

Each scar tells a memory.

 

Be you and proud with positive energy.

Don't even ask yourself, “Who’s gonna adore me?”

The you you are now will know what's true

Just stay a moment and enjoy the view.

Don't think of yourself as the enemy

Each scar tells a memory.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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