People walk around me, 
Noticing nothing but the look upon my face, 
How my body goes by which of a model, 
What they see isn't what they get, 
People walk away, 
Not seeing the scars on my heart, 
Showing I have won a battle, 
A battle that isn't always won, 
But the cuts and bruises are there, 
People walk around me, 
Judging me by how I act, 
Whether it be age five to twenty-one
I am never treated the same, 
But people move forward, 
Moving forward isn't the problem though, 
It's the judgmental and closed-minded way
That has destroyed this world, 
The Riots and shootings, 
The yelling and fighting, 
The sex addiction and bullying, 
There is no silver lining, 
Wake me up, 
Feels like I am drowning                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    