i was normal.
a face in the crowd
a voice without meaning
a path leading no where
i was abnormal.
a vibrant hair color
a black slate of clothes
a rule breaker for the thrill
i was nobody.
a missing body
a face with no name
a heart with no home
i now have a face
a heartbeat
a home
because in those years of crying
those years of being everyone else
i was whittling my self down
to the blank slate i needed
to build myself upon.