Wondering through life trying to intensify my colors.
Waiting for the patience to understand what is really going on.
I look around at all the unfamiliar faces that stare in my direction with question om there faces.
They look with discontent because they perceive me to be other then who I am.
I stare back with a tilted head and wondering in my heart.
Where does this hate come from, why am I the target.
I have been through hell and back with my sanity in tact and a semi pure heart.
i haven’t done anything to those who pick me apart because their lives are different them mines.
I have climbed this ladder called life, i have fell down but I have gotten up with scars to prove.
The scars are invisible to the naked eye, But as i touch my life i feel the grooves that are left behind. These
scars are attempting to heal, but life leaves nasty marks. I am taking care of them and moving towards the
next phase in life.