People ask me where I get my scars.
I say in a brave battle in a land afar.
People ask me how I'm so wise.
I say it comes at a price.

People ask me why I'm so uplifting.
I say because I want your mouth lifting.
People ask me why I'm so understanding.
I say because I've been where you're standing.

People look at me and see what's on the surface.
A happy girl that runs a good race.
But on the inside,
I'm terrified.

The scars are not from battles.
They come from places I dare not tattle.
My wisdom comes at such a high price
You would want to think twice.

I may be uplifting.
Only because my world is shifting.
I am only understanding,
Because of people, to me, are a misunderstanding.