...

They really don't know my pain,

Because we've never experienced or thought the same.

I say; "Walk a mile in my shoes,"

Than maybe their thoughts will change.

Their perception of my outer appearance-

Allows them to think I'm so happy because I wear a smile,

But what is a smile?

Nothing but a frown turned upside down.

A past is locked inside my conscience,

I have HOPE but without FAITH-

So exhausted of this pain inside,

Not much strength left to pray.

But down on bended knee, I try to ask God for a break;

To lead me and show me HIS way.

Still inside this pain aches.

Just a lost-lonely child; I'm trying to fit where I belong.

While the music plays;

My mind is racing with thoughts against the beat of the song.

Just wanting to escape this internal misery.

Are they tired yet; Trying to walk in my shoes a mile?

Nah-Nah, I don't think just yet because they still see my smile.

They still have not grasped it-

Because my shoes have so many stories; they wouldn't be able to last it.

They will never be able to see it clearly,

My intentions are not to make them feel sorry for me...

Naw-Naw, I'm trying to reverse their mental perception of my outer appearance.

That! my smile! Is just a frown,.. turned, up-side down.

To know my pain, they will have to walk my journey

And even when; they still really won't know my pain

Because we've never experienced or thought the same.

A JOURNEY LEFT UNKNOWN...

Anitta Oliver c/o 2012