Man

[raddyugirl]

The beauty of the sunrise infiltrates my soul

However the prison I am trapped in

Will not let the sadness go.

In combinations of yellow, orange, and reds

God paints his beauty

But my happiness can not be spread!

My soul has its bruises and its scrapes

I have made it through the burning hells

And I will not let this be my fate.

I have made many leaps and bounds

To change my perception

And turn myself around.

I have been down played

Salt thrown on my wounds

Now I am expected to just let it fade?

I think I will choose to go under the blade!

Many opinions are voiced

nevertheless this is to be my choice!

I have lived and made it through this cruel hell

And was not on the sideline, looking in

But that is enough I will not dwell.

I know people will never understand

For they are not me

and the glove is on the other hand.

The beauty of the sunrise infiltrates my soul

However the prison I am trapped in

Will not let the sadness go.