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Who I Am


I fought the will to live a tragedy, to sacrifice pain and wear a smile no matter what. A fool amongst wise men. A liar amongst the blind. A friend to people who have not a clue of the person I am. Oblivious to the structure of the boy they thought they knew. It's not a preference, it's who I am. I don't care about what people think of me, because I never sought to be accepted. Just understood. Judge me and judge me with conscious. As you can't accept me, so you condemn me. And I am will always be a dignified outcast of society.
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