Iâ€™m stupid. I can scream it to the four winds,
But it would be of no use, except for people treating me like the freak I am.
Iâ€™m ignorant. I know that already, but itâ€™s so hard to learn,
Even when Iâ€™m forced to.
Iâ€™m human. Like anybody else,
I carry a heavy yet feeble white lily, life.
Birth, growth, reproduction, and death. This never tells you
Just how many things can be between each step.
It never tells you what kind of people is the family awaiting for you to come to the world.
It wonâ€™t warn you of the dangers outside your safe world.
Nor the deep void of emptiness I canâ€™t get rid of.
Whatâ€™s there to keep walking for?