I look around and see the things I have, and I remember not having them. That is one thing that keeps me grounded. I’m definitely the same person I was. I never lose me, I never lose the real person.
I always felt like the rug could be pulled out from under me at anytime. And coming from a racially mixed background, I always felt like I didn’t really fit in anywhere.
Standing alone,eager to just believe,it’s good enough to be what you really are,but in your heart,uncertainty forever lies,and you’ll always be,somewhere on the outside.
Once I was a prisoner lost inside myself with the world surrounding me, wandering through the misery, but now I am free. Free to love, free to laugh, free to soar, free to shine, free to give.
