"...I do not ask to be understood, because I can't even understand myself.

I ask to be accepted.

I ask to be accepted as I am.

I do not want to be told what potential I have, or what my future holds.

I do not want to be told that I am going no where in life because I skipped a math test.

I question my existence, my meaning.

I question what the 'real world' is, and why I'm not there.

I feel happy with no shoes on.

I feel lonesome in a crowded room.

Someties my heart bleeds and I cry,

Laughter echoes in my mind.

I am told to be different,

To be myself.

But then I am told what to wear and how to act..."

-Alexie Perry