Imprisoned by my own mind, emblazoned with pain by my own sinews and skeleton, weighted and crushed by my own flesh. Falsely accused, wrongfully tried, ‘poor’ly restricted from freedoms. Rejected and scorned by all I meet. Never succeeding, hopes ever waning without waxing, promises by others turned to lies. My life is trial. I am knocked down. I am forever on my knees because my nature is to get back up. I pray for others. I let out my screams to those closest and give them great difficulty. I try to make others laugh. I am who God created me. :) Why be any less?