At Me: Mark Wills - Dont Laugh

One rainy Tuesday, Leo retreated to the music room during recess, seeking the humming silence of the piano. He didn’t notice Mr. Henderson, the janitor, mopping the floors nearby. Leo sighed, tracing a scratch on the wooden bench. "Tough day, kid?" Mr. Henderson asked softly.

"In God's eyes," Mr. Henderson said as the chorus soared, "nobody is 'less than.' We’re all just works in progress." Mark Wills - Dont Laugh At Me

"I just wish I was different," Leo muttered. "Maybe then they’d stop laughing." One rainy Tuesday, Leo retreated to the music

That afternoon, when a group of boys started snickering at his mismatched socks, Leo didn't look at the floor. He remembered the song. He looked them in the eye and gave a small, sad smile—not out of anger, but out of a new understanding that they were struggling to be "cool" just as much as he was struggling to fit in. He walked away, the melody playing in his head, finally realizing that his value wasn't up for debate. Leo sighed, tracing a scratch on the wooden bench