I understand life is not always fair, I never asked it to be.

Sometimes I pretend that it is all a dream and when I wake up it will all be back to normal

I cry when I realize I cannot alter the past.

I worry one day that I will not be as strong as I am today,

As I was yesterday, hoping I am stronger tomorrow.

I know I am not the only one.

Sometimes I feel as if I am caved in my own mind, fighting to get out.

I say that I can do it all on my own, everyday I am proven wrong.

I keep fighting.

I understand that I am not alone.

I want to act as a lighthouse and cast no shadow for things that hide in the darkness.

The darkness is unknown.

I look around and see people smiling, wondering if we are alike,

Dying on the inside, holding a strong sheild infront of us.

I feel all the stares from everyone in the room when I am forced to share my story.

I touch my face to cover the tears that make way down my face.

I am outgoing and confident.

Yet I am soft and sensitive.

I tend to bite people before they bark at me.

I stand up for those who can not hold their own.

I am missunderstood.

I wonder if there is anyone out there who thinks about who i am on the inside.

If they would dare to break my shell.

I dream of a day when someone understands.

I have hope of a day where kids arn't treated like I was.

I wonder if people pray for me.

I am yours truley.


Welcome to my masquerade


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