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Judgement

A piercing here,
A tattoo there,
An under-age drinking beer,
The girl with the bright-pink hair.

You'd never speak to them,
They're too different from you,
As if you're such a gem,
Just because you don't do what they do.

Cuts on her skin,
He's as quiet as can be,
Their bodies are paper thin,
And that's all you see.

Big smiles to hide the pain,
Laughter to hide the fear,
Their friendships you wouldn't want to gain,
Their cries for help you'd never hear.

A boy clad in black,
His parents don't know who he is,
A heart you think he seems to lack,
And his passion is something you always miss.

You're looking into the mirror at you,
But you isn't who you see,
You see what they're going through,
You've become who you never thought you'd be.

You never understood,
Not until now,
You never thought you could,
Not until we showed you how.

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