They look me up and down
Scanning me
Judging my difference
They ways stand out
Like a white washed spot
On a black cloth
A splash of bold colors
In a gray sky
They look me up and down
Scanning me
Judging my difference
The way I stand out
Like a white washed spot
On a black cloth
A splash of bold colors
In a gray sky
They look me up and down,
Scanning me , I think Scanning should be Scan
Judging my difference,
They ways stand out.
Like a white washed spot,
On a black cloth.
A splash of bold colors,
In a gray sky .
It's not all physical pain
The words hurt more than the punches
Its not all verbal
I've got the bruises to prove it
The worst is mental
They make me believe
I believe what they say
All of the names they use for me
Like coded words for pain