I have buried myself alive,
my fears stop me from living.
I am the walking dead,
while my ghost tries to live.
The second I was born,
I was dead to this world.
There is no place here,
for someone like me.
Forever trying to be like you,
forever failing in all I do.
So I seek forgivenss,
praying Heaven excepts me..
But if I don't make it,
I tried to be the best I could.
God knows me even when I don't.
We are all unique.
God knew what he was doing,
when he created every one of us.
Giving us weaknesses so we can grow,
mistakes so we can learn.
So one-day we will shine like him,
and see beauty in most simplistic of things.
So that we will stop destroying,
the very things keeping us alive.
To learn respect and tolerance,
for every living thing on this planet.
We are every blade of grass,
and Sun that sets in the Sky.
Forever a creation of God.
An optimist in a world of confusion.
Adding your comment:
The beginning of the second stanza is nothing short of honest truth .... we are all individuals each with their own lessons to be learnt...this singularity is what makes us so interesting and different. Brilliantly penned 
