For those who have not heard,
There is such thing as a broken heart.
Broken by many things,
Tormented by the people they see.
For they are hurt,
And all some do,
Is seem to judge.

I feel pain,
In this heart of mine.
To be hated by those,
Who I never knew.
Some hearts can break from love,
Some hearts are broken from nothing.

But despite all these broken hearts,
The person who has one is still the same.
Yet, when they come across those who seem like the ones in the past,
They can find it hard to be nice.
While some can still be nice,
But others see them as a horrible person.

For I know what it is like to be judged,
As it hurts the most.
Now that you know about the broken hearts,
Do me a favour,
And never judge a book for their covers.
© DarkShadow