The weird stuff in my head,

can confuse thousands,

like a llama driving a car.

The unnatural stuff in my head

is pure nightmare fuel,

pumping through my veins into my brain.

There are so many, too many, humans in the world,

Who are silenced, forgotten, voices never heard.

We make snap judgments based on race,

Appearance, or simply the look of their face.

But each of these people in the world,

Fear of not being good enough,

World with Judgment,

People knowing everything about you,

Mistakes talked about

being judged feelings pain

we are who we want to be

people can be different

wishing of Living

The light tapping of rain, loud at first, but slowly becoming weaker and weaker, grabs me; takes hold. I open the squeaky front door and peek a single foot outside. The vivid green grass begs for me to be a companion while it slowly moves in the ever-slightest of winds. So I walk...