Help
I'm scared.
I'm hurt.
I'm looking for a better world.
Help me.
Can anyone hear me?
I'm crying inside.
I'm broken.
I'm pretending to be what I'm not.
See through the veil.
See the real me.
I've got scars.
They are a part of me.
I'm scared of what will happen when people see them.
I'm scared of what will happen when they see the real me.
Is there anyone there?
Can anyone hear me?
Am I alone in the world?
Then a thought comes.
What if....
What if they treat me differently?
Then I remember.
Who cares about the what if's.
Many will worry.
But few will know true happiness.
To end this on a bit more of a positive note, last night I was able to see a picture of Anne on the home's facebook page. That was very encouraging for me!!

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