I am syd just one of a kid
Beautiful, charming, sweet and all ahead
The skin i am in is different from others
And so are the tears i shed
I am not perfect, so are all the mean words
people say about me worth it?
In my hazel brown eyes i see people
Doing and saying cruel things in a cruel place,
on a cruel day, at a cruel time and in a cruel way
In my smile i see sadness, badness
and gladness. People outside me may think
i'm weak from a view
But really i'm strong and all among
They look me from my head to my shoe
As if it’s not hard enough to deal with something new
People say my lips are big but i rather them be big
than to look like light skin twigs.
On the inside of me i'm savage, but on the
outside i'm above average.
I'm like a flower still blooming but taking
taking a long to to understand life.
But my question for you is,
Can you relate?