You see yourself passing by this young boy at the market covered in scars and bruises. Giving a disgusted look, you pass him by without a second glance. You don't even ask yourself what he may have gone through in order to have to wear those on his skin. Maybe he fights with a disorder that makes him unable to control his feelings, forcing him to lash out. Maybe he tries to overcome depression, but has his pain scream from his wounds. Maybe he's been bullied daily by the towns "cool kids" Or maybe he's stalling from having to go home to his abusive parents... Maybe... Maybe you should have given him a smile.