Forever chasing my shadow of ten years ahead

run a hand through my hair, stretch it to reach the sky

No longer need to hold back my cries

salty sweet tears fall ever so ugly down my face

to the point I can't recognize the man in the mirror

no longer need to hold back a smile

I'm not who they say, am I?

I'm not what they whisper about

proud of my not so perfect mouth

filled with joy to see my face everyday

finally growing to be the man I was meant to be

He is not me, I'm nothing like him

Skin is just skin to me

a different shade never truly matters 

Published by David Robbins