The Skin I’m In

I am
Lamir 
And I HATE The skin I’m in because it
Hurts
It’s sad
And Broken
The scars on the surface remind me of
Being in a “DISCIPLINED” home,
Being BEATEN,
ALMOST EVERYDAY,
And RUNNING away,
From people that have HURT me
Scars from people that HATE me

When I scan the streets
With my brown eyes
I see families laughing and enjoying their lives

Like a lonely baby
that everyone looks down upon
inside my frown
I’m a person that everyone leaves out
And let’s down
Praying for my down-fall
From my lips
I say
That people DON’T CARE ABOUT ME
And don’t feel the way I feel
Sometimes I think about never looking back
when I’m running
Far, far, far away from home
NEVER coming back

People on the outside call me
A WEIRDO
A Quiet boy
A NOBODY
The annoying kid that’s in another home
A home away from his own
Or worse,
They think that I don’t
have a family or home

In my ear
I hear people say things about me
Lies and stories they come to believe

Inside my skin
Hurt
Sadness
Loneliness
Knowing that NOBODY CARES about me
Or, the way how I feel

My skin doesn’t always show the real me
The real me is
Nice
Kind
Friendly
Funny
Clever
Smart
Brave
Strong
A Fun person
And for that
Someday I know
I will LOVE the skin I’m in
Someday people will STOP viewing me
Different from them
And as someone else

One day the WORLD will change their perspective
And the way they view other people