alive but not breathing
smiles covering my rotten tomb
is the tales of the life I live
alone in this wilderness
wilderness I know nothing about
how did I get here
the question I keep asking my self
how will I survive it.

my insufficiencies is all they saw
my imperfection is what they scream
I have become like a specimen
only useful to get trodden on
like a sheep led to nowhere
piece by piece I get chopped off
robbed of my virtues
values they say they instill

all I know is this
I am confident in myself
the little faith left is enough
to lift me up the shadow
my insufficiencies and imperfections
the reason I'm different
they tell a different story
a unique story of excellence.

© inspira saggezza