Why do people see me as they do?
They talk as if they already knew
About my life, situations, and my goals
But they only see two things: my face and my clothes
The people that judge at first sight
Are the people who aren't so bright
I don't care if they think I’m a certain way
They have nothing better to do or to say
Just because my appearance seems just right
Doesn’t mean I don’t have struggles and fights
Everyone goes through hard times here and there
I just don’t show it and care not to share
So don’t judge me on how I look and dress
Just be glad for me that I’m blessed
Yes, I go through my times just like you
I just don’t show it, the way you do
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is really good! ! ! I love it! ! ! ! You should really get your own book in real life of all your poems and think of publishing it to a library, it is possible :)