Stains on my face let you know what I mean Warding off friends and foes since I was fifteen When you hit the wall, take your walk away from me Saying it's nothing, it's social biology
Really look at me and you'll see my doubts Let it freak you out then seek the higher route See what I'm about, but once your insides shout You'll break out before you break through, no doubt
Break down the wall and when you break through I'll express my passion by questioning you Everything you want to be, everything you do I'm really into spirits, thought you already knew
Question me back, now that's a conversation Question me back, there's full explanations Hold yourself back, I'll feel the sensation All your judgments will stunt the degradation
Degrade these walls to climb on in It's not so bad once you look past my skin 100 thoughts a day make me want to fade away And you'll be another one if you can't look my way
Because of the stains on my face
My first poem about my skin, one of my biggest insecurities. It's good to address those at some point