break through

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