The story of my life,
concealed in silence that cuts like a knife.
I can jump, i can run, i can sing and dance
unseen by anyone without a chance.
I am loud, I am creative, I am strong
sheild within myself or so long.
i can still hear the laughters in my head
from when young i heard and therefore i fled.
I am foolish, I am smart
I am a friend that lost his voice from the very start.
I am perhaps pulled back in time when the kids would push and kik me
because they did not like the real me.
they were the bullies that pushed me with doubt
now i cant seem to bring the real me out.