Hidden Beauty
Why me this is a curse not a gift
I have NF-1
When people look and ask me what is that on my arm
I change the subject
At school it is real hard
I feel I'm disliked by the other kids
I was so different it doesn't help that I'm shy
The kids would all point and laugh
Walking down the hallway
To any class
I have the type where I get tumors
That mess up my skin.
I've always tried to be the normal one
Hiding this curse
Keeping my sleeves down
I'm the only one in my family that has it
They don't really know what It's like
My family says not to be discouraged
I keep my poker face on so everyone thinks I'm brave
When the truth is I can barely look at my face in the mirror
My boyfriend whom I love so much
Says I'm perfect the way I am
I love to hear him say that cause it gets me through the day
I'm 20 now and trying to except it
I'm barely holding up
But I'm moving forward
To make the best of my future
Copyright © Dina Platt | Year Posted 2015
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