the Hallow

Related: FriendsOfQuinn

by fiction_lover
Saturday, June 20, 2009

(related to ASD)

Something in my mind, tells me it's not right.

Something in my mind, is telling me to fight.

Somthing in my mind, is screaming for silence, while lips do not part.

Trying to speak to you, is harder to say than do.

My heart leaps, my palms sweat, my feeling burst from my head.

I don't try to be diffrent, I just am.

I am a broken toy.

A mangled puppet.

A soundless trumpet.

I guess their right, I am diffrent, but is that so bad?

so wicked?

to be diffrent in this black and whit world, to be a diffrent color.

Maybe on day they will not see that I am a mistake.

That I am not a broken toy.

A mangled puppet.

A soundless trumpet.

Maybe they will finally see, that I have a purpose other than being another number on the population rate.