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Tolarance


No matter how hard I run,

                    how far I run,

                    how long I run.

One fact is always there,

                   I’m alone.

                   Shadows,

                   anger and despair.

Lone wolf howls,

                    As if it was me.

                    For a place I belong,

                    no judgment, just freedom.

No fear,

                    no hate,

                    no sorrow,

                    just for people to see me.

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