A person is not what
Others' opinions define him to be
A moon's beauty can not be judged on a night it is eclipsed by clouds
A tree is much more than the bare branches you see in autumn
There Is more to a poet than what he is willing to write about

There is more story behind a frown than a heartbreak,
There are the memories lurking
Invisible to their cold eyes
There is more to me and you than
These heartbreaks
There is more to us than what their cold eyes will ever find

There is more complexity to my character
Than the page of my story you decided to waltz in
There is a lot more to everyone of us
Than what our eyes see
And pain makes only sense If it still hurts,
But no one can ever truly get the extent
to which someone is grieving inside

There is more to my wound,
Than the faded scar you see
And I hope there is more to you
than the judgmental hypocrisy.
Because
I have seen you bleed too,
May be not the way I do.
But one thing you should know, never smother,
**As no pain is inferior to another.