Judge Not My Face

Will you continue to judge me by the, Appearance of my face? It's just a symbol of my body that my, Mind has been crafted into. So lonely I sit and watch those who have, Badly set their eyes on me. If I have the strength, I would hang my, Face and display my heart to you. Many at times, rumors have been the, Language spoken about many faces. Judge me not by my face for it might, Lead you to hate. We're of two faced people, l guess. Living our lives behind the mask of a Beautiful smile. Yet , bitterness is written all over our mind. The real me is my soul not my face, It's just a crafted soul. Please me love for I may be your needed, Soul.