Looking At                Me; Everyone
Fallacies is what             they are to see
Not beauty that             might reside in me
The turmoils & hates      birthed from seeds
An art of camouflaging the painful tears
Years I fought, as they say, a good fight
I looked to my God for help; a lot
Never a hand nor a gentle pat
No one walking next to me
Just a few simple facts
This really my fate?
It a big mistake?
Please, wake