I love life and all it holds. All I ask is treat me with respect if I respect you. Like me for the words I write and speak, not how my lips move when talking. Life has always been a challenge for me.
I sometimes write about a life I want and will never know. I sit and look around and try not to crumble to my knees. I look around and think, Am I ugly and Fat is that what the world
My strength is myself, It pushes me harder every day. For I look deep inside and say why must I always be strong. Can someone just hold me and tell me, Your Beautiful and nothing about you Is "Wrong".
I feel the need to run and hide. Is it because I'm weak inside.Where no one will judge me or make fun of me.See I'm "Lonely" and I never say my life's perfect, for I've not known "Love" yet.