Looking through a mirror – I see me, but I don’t see me clear. Where once I was alive inside, now stands a part of me that has died. Old memories popped into my head but nothing made sense and all I saw was red. Once I was always nice and kind, but some took advantage and were cruel, but I couldn’t see… I was blind. For every step I took, I was pushed back more and more. How can I ever love who I am when the world sees me as being damned? I don’t fit into the norm, the world has taught me this, because where now I am lost, I once fit. So here I stand, not sure where to go or what to do but I am on my own path now and all I see is blue.