I long to be like you, but these scars hold me back-
Like chains, binding me to the wall of my past memories,
Written upon in blood, voiced through soundless screams;
Colored in shadows of grey.
And I cannot forget,
Not while I still feel the agony, caught in an ever-present never-ending struggle.
My tears mean nothing to you, you who cannot understand.
I’ve never felt any different, always it’s been like this.
So even as I long to be like you I’m accustomed to this way of half-life.
I couldn’t change and wouldn’t, this way is my way and no other.
So, it doesn’t really matter how very much
I long to be like you…