One day someone will love me for who I am.
And respect me for being a unique individual.
With a heart and a soul.
And a mind to know right from wrong.
That person will not cringe when I have an opinion or a comment.
Will not tell me to shut the fuck up or make me feel small.
That person will welcome my voice.
Encourage my participation.
He will support me in my endeavors no matter how trying they maybe.
He will hold me with love and tenderness.
Not fuck me like the whore that he's thinking of as he continues with his eyes sealed shut.
He would want me to feel special and wanted.
And needed and loved.
He would respect me.
Cherish me, believe in me.
Not confuse me with senseless babble that only benefits him.
I know that I am different.
I know I can be overwhelming at times.
This I've been told.
But I am human with feelings.
And I am grown enough to know that what I have right now isn't good for me.
And my mouth will speak my mind and everyone around me will know if I don't think something is right.
And one day people will come from miles around just to hear me speak.
Because I am special and unique.
I am me.