Poetry "Hope" A poem about emotions

The Explorer

Philippians 4:13
There are very few words that could be used to describe me,
And the word unique is one of them,
As a child i was told that i was special,
And that being different was a good thing,
But as the years passed by, and my vocabulary increased,
I learned that special meant mental illness,
And that the labels of society scorned those who stood out from the normal.

Asperger's Syndrome,
ADHD,
Bipolar Depression,
These labels society has placed on me,
What will it take to be free?

My heart's truest desire is to be a hero,
So i found an infinite source of power,
And made it mine,
But past the insanity,
No one will bother to see,
The truth that is within me,
So i train and i try,
To do my best every day,
Hoping and praying for that fateful day,
When the world sees me for who i am,
And that blank slate,
Will be visible to you and to me.
 

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