what it’s like to live in shame, to have no name, to be labeled the fool by those so cruel, with their insidious laughs, behind your back. No one knows
what it’s like to have lost it all, intrepid enough to try again because you have nothing. And nothing to lose, except your dignity. No one knows
what it's like to live in anguish, maintain the smile behind unfilled desires. People refuse to see the message you're putting out, because it's limned in idiosyncratic
ways that don’t embrace their priggish beliefs. Don’t get entangled in their callow beefs. Living soporific lives they’ve nothing better to do. You’re like the leaves
that stick to the grass after an autumn rain, a blanket of orange, crimson and gold stain for labile feet to ***** upon. No one knows. Underneath, there's green that gets covered up in winter frost.