not considered an equal, hurt my feelings.
Know one to hold my hand in the dark, and I found the way. It's been imagined. I feel like my thoughts, my pain, too closely it falls apart. What I want is too obvious. Stomp on me learn that lesson. I know the truth and that is where I go. This is a life, my life. Fair? is it? being human.


It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96