Bound By Insults

Blue eyes and auburn hair.

Does anybody really care?

Do they see who I am with no filter on?

Most of them don't and can't see that it's wrong.

I have a gentle nature and a passionate mind.

I wish they could see that and stop being so blind.

I feel so alone so I keep my head down.

My face wears a smile but my heart wears a frown.

The insults may not last forever but the sting remains.

They cut to the core and they bind me like chains.