At times I ask myself why I am an outsider. But other times
I just accept the things that brought me to be that person. The
characteristics that have been labeled
throughout my life. I have seen great things. Bad things, sad things, all types
of things, I have yet to see but I feel as though Iv’e seen it all. From the
window looking in. where I question everyone’s normality. Everyone’s dilemmas,
their struggle, to see, the true light. Not those stale fluorescent lights, but
the Sun. The eternal light that shines behind our eyes. And as I look within
they look out and notice the difference. I’m not accepted because I’m
different. But the beauty of this, the irony.
I used to be on the inside. I have seen it all. We are meant to
experience, to see all, to choose. Our destiny.
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