It has Always Been That Way
No one understands the pain you go through â€“
The pain you hide, the pain you never show.
The pain was bullets in your precious soul
But, no one dared to ask if youâ€™re okay.
They always judge what is in the outside
But, I think your scars are so beautiful.
Theyâ€™re the story tellers of your story.
The story youâ€™re trying hard to cover.
You walk down the hall with your head held high
Not caring about a word someone says.
Someone like you has courage and patience â€“
Someone that has pride in what they have done.