20 October 2012
My fingers are white, From clenching too hard, My mind is on flight, And still going forward,
I'm scared of the unknown, All the things I've never seen, But I have still grown, And been damaged in between,
I know I'm not the norm, But I still don't try to fit in, Still my blood is warm, And I'm not yet off the rim.
Auto Pilot • Opuss № I