Reflections by the blind.

[awwlie]

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I feel the need to be different,

to act someone else, who I am not but all ways dignant.

I want to be like the ones I once saw so benignant,

offer my tears, sweat, heart for one decent.

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They'll look at me they see a beggar,

not one crying for help, but one lost forever.

I'd ask for help but fear I'd be shrugged aside,

perhaps that's why I am content and cried last night.

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There's no telling how long I'll last,

build a story of how I lost my past.

See the plans I made fall and turn to ash,

all the while wish I could've struck someone and made a slash.