Growing up scarred
In my youth, a scar on my face
Caused by a mistake in birth
Led me to an empty place
Where I did not expect mirth.
I retreated to my room in torment
For I could not comprehend
That the jokes were just meant
To help my turmoil mend.
For years this would repeat
I grew up alone
My lesson came from the meat
Rather than the bone.
Eventually i would learn
That resilience is key
For when trying to earn
Any confidence for me
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