in the book of life im trapped on a lonely page

read and judged by all from such an early age

feelings crushed and pride  led astray

searching feverously for words but none am i able to say

but yet

standing i remain

slapped and pushsed violently thrown down

poeticaly i rise to stand my ground

visual to other eyes there is no pain

but inside emotion pours from the heart like falling rain

but yet

standing i remain

 
continuous attacks on my inner core

imposable journeys i must endure

all the while suppressing my growing rage

as i quietly act the role on lifes big stage

but yet

standing i remain

through all the conflict and battles i have been made to face                    

my animocity i have kept shrouded and encased

i have trained myself to adapt to the day

not to sucome to the ignorance that others play

for in the end when i am laid in the ground

on my stone these simple words shall be found

STANDING I REMAIN