My face is plain

and I don't fit in

but to think I am not human

is shallow.

Please excuse the way I look,

and pardon my uniqueness;

I ask that you try to see

that I am a person, too –

a person just like you.

I long for love

like everyone else,

I am far more fragile

than I appear.

I cry crimson tears

while in my solitude,

for pity is a shame.

Each day is a feat

as I force a smile

through the knife in my side.

Every day is a fight

to keep my spirit alive;

it is a battle that never ends.

Unto my very last breath

I must fight;

will the battle never end?