With ignorance and impatience,
We rush forward,
Into a future that had signs,
We ignored
And now the promises are broken,
So painfully
This is what it's like,
To stand on broken dreams
I'm standing on the shards,
Of these broken dreams
To have lost such beauty,
What does it mean?
It's like glass that has gathered,
Beneath my feet
Everyone is bleeding,
From the shards of broken dreams
With harsh words and demeaning,
We are no more
When every single word,
Opens it's own sore,
When broken promises are made,
And bitterly repaid
This is what it's like,
To stand on broken dreams
I'm standing on the shards,
Of these broken d
I am not Ugly; you're just holding the mirror wrong.
I am not Blind; I just love to listen.
I am not Retarded; I just learn differently than you.
I am not ADHD; the world just fascinates me.
I am not Depressed; this is how I smile
I am not Fat; I'm just as big as my heart.
I am not Bisexual; I want to share my love with all.
I am not Cross-eyed; One eye sees beauty in this universe,
the other looks towards my future.
Before you think you may have the answer, on who I'm supposed to be,
No.
I am not Special; I'm just being me.
Studied art and doodled from the time to time drawing. I like to call what I do reproduction or copycat art. It's to me the best way I learn new things. I do love to learn a lot. Any given time I have 10 projects or more on my plate and still more baking in the over.*rolls eyes* Probably why I have quite a few unfinished ones.