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.