Why am I not permitted that which so many are born into? Ive had more than my share of trials and tests of my tether. I have proved myself blood for blood in a world of hate and deprivation, by the decree of so many opinions I have come out on top. Yet none of that will ever be enough to gain the
only thing I seek and need: Acceptance.
The withering remains of my family blindly forget about
anyone around them the minute a small trouble enters their life and for the streams of friends around me I know inside that they are just as naïve. After nearly an entire lifetime of constant struggle with this situation a very cliché-sounding conclusion seems to be all I can derive, either I am broken or the
I see many flaws in everything around me, mainly because thats the kind of person I am but also because these upsets are not hidden nor are they hard to see. This world and the people on it are destroying themselves in much the same way I hi