A story untold

Shes crossing the streets, in a crop top and tight waist jeans

Ignoring people's stares, although out loud she wants to scream

Something so beautiful destroyed so so tragically

This is the world we grew up in, so much for peace and harmony...

Scars and misery etched all over her face

Holding on just begging it will fade away.

The stares grow wider as she takes off her scarf,

Pity and disgust to witness those acid marks..

But why is it tht I dont feel disgust,

Why is it that all I see in her face is broken trust?

Another story yet left untold,

Thats what happens when this sunny world turns cold..