© T B Jackson
From the dawn of my time, I've always been an outsider,
A stranger in my own life.
I've had good times along the way,
Woven into constant despair.
But you don't understand,
Nor do you want to know.
You choose to ignore the truth,
And that I can't change.
Though I stand in front of you and call the shots,
Your words cut through me like a knife.
Inside, silently,
I bleed.
Though I tell the story of your life,
I have no happy ending.
All I can do is continue,
And walk this lonely road.
I've seen friends fall by the wayside,
Outsiders like me, too tired to continue,
Cutting the journey short.
A dark cloud descends.
There is no easy fix,
No way to bring and end to the relentless pain.
There is only hope for understanding and support.
That's just the way it is.
If you don't like what you see,
Look away,
Like so many before you.
I'll still be here.
I am,
I have been,
And always will be.
And I now know, I am not alone.
