Different is like being stranded on an island where no one looks or sounds anything like you.

They stop.
They stare.
They talk.
But never understand.

Time passes,
You learn their language.
You learn their culture.
You learn how to fit in.

But on the inside, you know that you'll never be one of them.
They will never feel the disconnect that is life for you each day.

And deep down, you know that, in reality, they will never really see you as one of them, anyway.

Some days,
I feel like everything will be okay.

But with days like today,
That's more than I will ever be able to say.

Is there a normal for people like me?

Isn't there more to life than this?

Patience, they tell me.
Patience is key.
But I've gathered all the strength in me and the only thing I cannot seem to be, is patient.

So I will go on.
Hoping that I'll see brighter days because hoping is all I have left.

Life gave me a second chance so there has to be better things in store.

I'll hope.
I'll wait.
Hoping I won't always be waiting for More.

They always say, "Life goes on."

But for me,
I want to live.

To see the world as a place where people like me, thrive.
Not just a place,
we have to survive.

You know that saying,
"Misery loves company."?

Well, I disagree.
I think misery loves to isolate.
It loves to tell you that you're only meant to be alone.

Because when your misery is made known,
That is when others' love for you is shone.

And misery cannot dwell in a place that love now owns.
Because love mends the brokenness that misery had once sewn.

Humans,

All skin and bones.

All frail hearts and quiet souls.

All thirsty for love, longing for life.

All hoping that happiness will outweigh the strife.

All hungry for pain and suffering to cease,


But only in death, will
All find peace.

In my mind,
There lives two wolves.
Two distinct voices.
Each telling me to make different choices.
How am I supposed to know which one to pick?
Quite honestly, the stress of it all is making me sick.
Is the right answer instilled in us?
In our heart and in our brain?
Or maybe two voices is all it will take to drive someone like me insane.