to every victim, everywhere

[opinionator]

Is there something wrong with me
because im not like you

does your narrow mind keep this light
from brightly shining through

in your search for the "norm"
those who dont conform
you give a name

for all youve done
and stay blinded to
youll never know your shame

but ive learned im strong
and its not me
my eyes were never closed

ive shed myself
of all your fears
its not the life ive chose

in my search for truth
there is no norm
and names are just opression

but to finally learn
its you not me

has been my hardest lesson

[paula]

I sometimes find I'm drifting through this life without effects;
I often wonder if I'm truly worth what I've been blessed.

I search through day's that have been hard, to try to understand,
the many trials that I have known, the life that I have had.

You see me in my daily grind, so confident and strong;
Yet when I am alone, I question, just where I belong.

I often try too hard I find, to analyze and guess,
to scrutinize, investigate my life I will confess.

For somewhere deeper, there must be some meaning to this life
some way to make a difference, give a reason for this strife.

Is there some hidden meaning? Some agenda to be found?
A greater purpose waiting if I care to hang around?

It teases and it taunts me, always slightly out of sight;
A hazy vision out of reach, where darkness hides the light.

I struggle to bring to clarity to what awaits me there,
and yet this weak illusion always fades before my stare.

It seems the harder that I try to focus through the haze,
just serves to add more questions, through my endless, tired gaze.

Perhaps I'm trying just to hard, to understand it all,
for can we ever truly know for what we have in store?

Each incident, each moment passed, just adds upon the next,
but in the end, will I find truth... Or will I be perplexed?

Perhaps I make it harder than it has to be sometimes,
but will my searching bring to me my meaning over time?

Or will it leave me broken, and confused as I feel now,
while questions bring no solitude to this, my wrinkled brow.