I am someone who is strong, and depends upon self-expression and determination.
I wonder about all the people who have tried to put me down, or bring me down to his or her level of shame; have they done so?
I hear the soft murmur of defeat coming from them as I taste the sweetness of victory.
I see a mountain of obstacles rising above me and, feel the roughness of my soul emerge.
I want the long overdue acknowledgment for achievements I accomplish, not being brushed aside, or shunned to a corner, and overlooked like a broken toy that no one wants.
I am someone who is strong, and depends upon self-expression and determination.
I pretend it does not hurt, that I am invincible.
I feel the loud, rude awakening of reality; it stings.
I touch its red razor claws as it pierces into my very soul.
I worry that I will never overcome this struggle of being unable to open more; reveal myself to that worthy of seeing the true me; to trust overall and especially those who truly care for me. W
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