Although I share their skin, I am not the same within. They see it, and so they turn away, Or worse, out of pity they stay. And so the chasm grows. Where it lays, everyone knows, Between me and everyone, Wondering if I'm someone, Or just a mistake, And if, for their sake, I should close the chasm, Or leave without words or spasm, Without a footprint or a trace, Turn to my life and just erase, The tears and the empty nights, The loss and loves and wrongs and rights. I am not the same within.
zen. First thing first. Go to a place that embraces you naturally. Inhale the air and be grateful to the Creator for giving you the chance to enjoy the beauty of His creation. Life goes on....beautifully.