You may not even know me,
Or know what I mean,
Understand my world,
Or hear me when I scream.
You may not ever see me,
Or ever touch my mind,
Because all that is real
Are only dreams in time.
Don't try to fit me in
To your ridged mold,
All the world is free,
At least, thats what I'm told.
So please, don't scream and worry
Or cry for me at night.
No matter how I'm different,
I will win my fight.
I will be the victor
Of all my many trials,
Because all that's real are dreams,
And times when I smile.
Sandra Osborne
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/times-when-i-smile/
