Self Title
I am the same but different
Just a human wanting to fit in
My gifts a torment at times
The stares too hard to takeDreams never peaceful
The voices in my head never cease
The pain unbearable
A world’s emotions in my soul
Candles lit chants sang
Incantations made for those in need
Keeping to myself
Alone the tears hurt no one
You say witch like it’s a bad thing
Yet the mirror shows no evil
Displays a woman with incredible love
Just waiting for a chance to fit in
Sher Boudreau..2003-01-28
