Sugar Suicide

I was

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.