Try to Understand

My job through the eyes of a 14 year old girl. Be prepared to cry.

*Endless confusion, endless stress

Is this place a punishment?

Or is this place a test?

Black Eyes, black heart

With every end, there’s a new scar

You think some sense would come through our heads

But everything we bang it on the wall, our brain cells go dead

*Stolen keys, slammed doors

Broken walls, people strained to floors

Why do we all judge each other

When none of us know how the others affected.

Some feel loved, some feel neglected

Some have abused

Some have been abused

Most of us don’t even know what’s really going on with the person standing beside you…

*So before you judge, the least you can do

Is try to understand what they’ve been through

***If this isn’t powerful then I don’t know what is…

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