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i stand there like an outcast being watched from the sidelines.
i go from crawling to walking to running and when i fall i pick myself back up and keep going.
no one's there for me.
no one's listening.
no one's helping.
as i walk the crowded city streets, i look at the faces that teased rideculed me, all staring.
i'm chained to a wall and getting mercilessly beaten.
over and over the whip comes down.
leaving perminant mental and physical scars that will never leave me.
everyone's staring.
everyone's laughing.
everyone's pointing.
as i sit in my bed, all alone, i think of the good times i've had with my friends and start to cry.
not tears of pain.
tears of joy.
i will pull through.
no matter what anyone does to says to me.
they can beat me, rape me, cut me up and eat me.
i'll still come back in another form and finish what i started.
you only live once and i intend to live my life all out.