Pride and Acceptance ?They loathe me;they shout the worst words(the kind that encircle you like flies; relentless) -burning, scathing words.It doesn't matter. I don't care what anybody else says.I am alone, shunned.I curl up in the wastelandsof something I once recognisedas my most intimate identity,but now feels foreign and outlandish;like myself. They're just words. I don't have to let them get to me.I am proud.I don't need anyone elseto accept me;I accept myself.
Paradise.My arms ache from digging throughrough and ruin, in search ofparadise.I saw it in a whispered dream,there, nothing hurt;we were unspoken.With winter came warmth and summer snow,And nothing died, just ceased towalk with mein paradise.