Screaming out loud at the top of my lungs, waiting for someone to hear my cries and instead I find myself in a faceless crowd not wanting to see, but remain blind to what is real.

Not wanting to fit in, but when standing out is not aloud, I find myself alone and thinking that fitting in is the way to go.

Why can't I be me, why must I conform and fit in, When will you accept me for who I am, a human being, a friend, your daughter, sister, mother, wife.

Everyone makes mistakes, so why must mine be displayed for all to see and judge. I am not perfect, and I don't want to be, I just want to be me.