Smile for me... I love your smile

Pictures are memories of the past
They hold the good, bad, and worse.
Just one can commence a swirl of thoughts.

These thoughts often bring a sense of dread.
At least for some that occurs.
Those “ones” display pain within their heart.

Their pain is unknown. Misunderstood.
They feel the world mistreat them.
They all allow the world to do this.

Limitations allow this consent.
They don’t know any better.
They think thats how its supposed to be.

They grew up being misunderstood.
Desperately they want closure.
To close all past, and future mistakes.

What they don’t know is they are gorgeous.
Gorgeous of mind, and physique.
Gorgeous of being their own unique.
Uniqueness that wins limitations.