The days are just like torture,
I don’t know If I can take it.
No-one understands, they never will.
I’m so different from them,
I always have been,
Walking past me in the corridor,
Whispering about me, ignoring all my efforts.
Forced to walk in there shadows.
I’m beginning to fade,
into the background where no-one will see me.
Content inside,
The hurt is gone,
The happiness I feel.
The names have stopped,
The pain has ceased.
Now on with my life I am.
Free to love,
Free to care,
Free to live how I like.
How long will this last?
I’m unsure.
But what I know is,
I don’t care.
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