I'm shoved into a box by society.
Labled without checking my contents.
Judged without knowing my full story.
Ostrasized for not being normal, banished for trying to conform.

I don't know who I am.
Not by choice, but because of  my nature, my surroundings.
Constant movement, constant growth makes me unsure of my certainties and questioning my facts.
How can you give an answer, if you can't find the question.

I'm so fragile.
Fragmented.
Torn apart too many times to count and left alone for much too long.
Shattered by the cruel truths that fill my life.
Crushed by dreams that want to suffocate me.

Who am I??
No, the better question is where am I.
I'm trying to find the pieces of a broken Me.