June 2014
They'll tell you to get over it. That you're being ridiculous.
How can they tell me it's okay when they laugh at me everyday in my face.
I have one love, one love that will forever remain silent.
I have one passion, one passion that the world will never see.
I have many dreams, but my true dreams stay hidden and will until I can no longer hide them.
There is a wall made of stone that circles right around everyone. But my wall is broken. And already, many walls are only a memory.
Mine has only a widening crack. A crack that can be fixed. I will not try to find temporary fixes as some of my friends use. But I will find something that will help me for a very long time.
Nothing will ever restore the wall to the way it was before. You will always see where the crack was.
But the hole will be gone.
Maybe for a day, a month, a year.
Or maybe for a lifetime.
But that mark never goes away. It stays with you forever.
