Do you understand?
Do you understand what it's like to be like me?
Do you understand what it's like to feel alone,
To cry yourself to sleep at night and watch the stars shine while you wish you were as beautiful as the light everyone else is?
Do you understand what I wish I was compared to everyone else.
I wish I was beautiful the way she is.
Because I may be beautiful to you but to everyone else I am not.
I am defiantly not to myself.
Why can't I be good enough for you? Or to the world. Why can't I be good enough for me?
Do you really understand what it's like to have friends who say their there but aren't?
Or do you understand what it's like to have people stare at your arms and look at you in discust?
That you may not be human but a dead soul trying to run out? Maybe your dead on the outside but fighting on the inside.
Maybe I'm the only one.
But one day you will all understand.
Maybe when I'm six feet under the ground and you don't hear nothing but silence, and birds whistle in the morning mist.
But I showed death on my wrist.

I wonder why sometimes
Struggle to find some time
To categorize my mind inside
Petty thoughts inhibit my strides sometimes
Slow down my progress
Eliminate my conscious
And deny my success
Making it hard to thrive in time
Consumed by bitter demons
Construed to inner treason
Conflicting with simple freedom
Yet I still wonder why sometimes
But triumph derives from conquering how

We are miles apart from various backgrounds
We are gathered together with a common love of poems and writing
The sky's the limit on what we can share
We have formed a bond and made friends that share our love of the written word
The friendships forged here have been strong, we feel like we have been friends for years
We look out for our fellow poets and they know we really care
Here on this site, I have found my voice which had been silent for far to long
I can write about many things with out fear of judgement
I can read many wonderful poems and hear your voice too
I am glad I listened to my daughter when she set me up on Hello Poetry on my Birthday
It has been a gift that keeps on giving, here I have found a Virtual Home.