When i look into the mirror, i can remember when.
how young i was time was barley spent.
when you walk down the hall and people stare and laugh.
i don't remember what i was thinking but i was scared to death.
people look at me like i did not belong, like i was an animal that walked along.
as people got older, they became smart, most looked at me like i was a piece of art.
i didn't know then what i know now.
that people really can change somehow.
in society its hard but you must do your best, as you get older you learn to earn respect.
