Scarred
Life is what you make of it. It's sometimes hard to see. The way that you may view the world is different than me.

My outlook on existence. My way of living life. Is built on things that happened that filled my world with strife.

I have a very hard time with seeing any good in people who have judged my ways but never understood.

The way that strangers treat me has shaped the way I feel. The truth that others never see to me is more than real.

I don't ask you to understand. I know it's very hard. The things that you may overlook have left my outlook scarred.

I wish that you could feel the pain that dwells within my soul. I'll always be a pessimist. I'm forced to play the role.

--Daryl Molen

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