A Mile in My Own Shoes

I want to be the me I needed –
The person for whom my younger self begged and pleaded.
Someone who was willing to see that my soul had a dying need even though I´d never dare speak  it.

When I was young I wanted to be seen, I wanted to be heard, and I wanted to bleed.
I didn´t want to hide my pain but every day I felt slain by the fear that kept me back.
No one ever seemed to be aware of how easily I fell off track or how my insides screamed for just a little bit of slack.

Now I´m on the other side, and I don´t want to be the one who fails to see when someone is about to derail in the same way that I once did.
Many times I can see what many think they´ve hid.
Someone has to tell them that it doesn´t matter what they did.
I so desperately want them to know that God´s love is not some trick.

Maybe it´s time to show the things that I for so long hid – maybe it´s time that I myself do what I wish someone else did.

Misfit Equality

                Has anyone ever tried to tell you who you are? Tell you what to believe and what to see in the stars? Everyone knows what I once was, but that doesn´t mean what they think it does.
                Looking into my past will never show you my present even though it may explain some things that my words haven´t.
                I never wanted to be “out and proud;” I never could fit in with that crowd. Now I´m not saying that we all should hide, but the thought doesn´t sit well with me to be proud of pride.

                For the longest time I hid who I was inside fearing that if I didn´t I would take a side that´s unappealing to you. Yet I´ve found myself in an intriguing position – a position that appeals to neither of the battling groups. I´m a person that understands what it´s like in both sets of shoes.
                I side with a nearly nonexistent group, and because of that I think that you can learn from me too because even though we don´t agree I still respect and love you.