I Am

I am yet to understand what it's like to understand Why my life is where it's at is some thing I'm yet to comprehend Why when I look into the mirror, I begin to feel weak as a man My thoughts drain from my mind and my knees buckle as I stand I rest in silence, overwhelmed by the slightest sound And in the midst of a crowd, I feel there's nobody around I don't have a voice to speak, but I wouldn't even if I could I'm alone on this road, so I choose a beanie and a hood Because we're immediately good, when we're judged and we're questioned A hug? I reject it, I'm neither an option nor a selection Ill ignore your request if, I'm going to be neglected So this is what I have stepped in, to penetrate your protection Why am I not accepted, I'm an out cast, not a freak A work in progress, an empty canvas saturated in ink And these thoughts that I think, allow me to write what is life Encrypted in metaphors, in the darkness the mind is light © Aaron Guttery