If i whispered to you my life story i would be left with out words
if i wrote it
i would be left ink less and if
i put it in images
i would stain your mind
for i have lived through so much to be called a child
and yet my innocence's claims me as a kid
my happy moments
would make you fell heroic and birth out new hopes
that would soon grow up
to become actions
my problems and faults
will leave you speechless and calling out for help
for i have destroyed
your mentality and created new eyes
eyes that are no longer covered by a blind fold
of what you curved to become your fantasy
you opened up the door to my life
now have the courage to sit and listen
listen about my struggles,my pain,my tears and most importantly my fears
my words are not sales for sympathy
but for realizations
my life's not a painting
you could admire and call true beauty
the phrase one in a million dose not classify with me
cause a million are standing up for one
we are breaking through the walls
we were forced to put up camping in the other side
with hope as a companion waiting if anybody who cared enough
would climb over to our side
but with patience comes time and with time comes age
we are tired of waiting with broken hopes as companions
so we reached that point were we stitched up our hearts
gathered our tear,collected our pens and papers,carried the weight of our thoughts
and broke through
