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On the face of it

By Saffron_tidesThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time., Dubai, United Arab Emirates

I wake up every morning
To see this broken face
To be reminded of my fragmented place:
In what I do and in where I live;
Everyone takes me at face value.

Burnt by acid,
But hurt by love
It may just be a scar
But it tears you down.

I’d love to see somebody smile
At me because they love me
And not because they must
Feel pity for my handicap.

‘You’re such a pretty boy’
My mother tells me everyday
All I want to do is scream at her
And tell her I don’t want to hear the lies you say.

They say loneliness kills
But I believe its worse

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