untitled

I am untitled because I can not and will not fit within societies exspectations. Original unknown until met. Pain and deciet lifes two things that are in endless supply. I've lost and I've loved and they've both left me empty. I came to a new world, I saw it for what it had to offer, and I conquered the obstacles thrown at me daily. The only thing that I've ever wanted was acceptance, to be me and have someone to understand. That shoulder that most cry on is what I searched for for so long, but the reason I never found was because I was afraid and not only hid myself from society in turn i hid myself from myself. It came a day when I had to open up, because in turn society could never change me no matter what, I was and am gonna be me because it's not hurting anyone but myself. I've met people, I've lost people, I've loved people, and that encouraged me to be great. My pen and paper allows me to create a world all my own, a world far from fiction, but instead reality, to face truths, and fight the lies. To embrace the emotions that I hide within. So one day I met someone, jonathan is his name and his stories captivated me and in turn inspired me to write one of my own, because he is the person that I wanted to understand me, but what I learned is that I was tired of hiding from them all, so the story that I'm writing isn't just for me or a tribute to jonathan, but a tribute to society who refuses to understand or know people like me. A story? No, a review of what life for others is like that most refuse to show. Hollow, empty, forgotten, lost. I am untitled.....