Hidden Beauty
This is a curse not a gift
So what is my mission
this is a skin condition
Not one of my ambition
So now here's your time to listen
When people look at me
and 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 problem
Maybe 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 achieve
As long as I believe
That I can be the person
God wants me to be
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