I am tired. Tired of a world where I live by morals. Why do they not exist for others?
I am scared. Scared of people. Scared of what they do to each other every single day.
I am small. So small sometimes I cannot be seen.
It frightens me.
I am myself. I am an open book. I am a melody. But why can no-one read me – Why can no-one hear me – Am I a different language? Am I a different sound?