We all got scars, of the untold past.
We all shed tears, to the reckoned drama.
We all gave hate, in there manner of living.
We all swore, to our uncestors grave.
We all held, an eyesore to the casted.
We all....!We all....!We all?
But what if? You where in their shoes
Could you fit in, or is it too big?
Could you walk, or is it too heavy?
Could you at least crawl, or is it even harder?
Then don't judge, Please don't ...!
My imperfection could be someone's
perfection
Then don't curse, Please don't...!
My demons could be someone's leisure
Then don't accuse, Please don't...!
My untold stories could be someone's
script
I beg you.....!
©ray-cpal
R