Sorrowful longing for understanding,
Disconsolated by misunderstanding,
Loving tenderness in the heart,
That spills out for all,
Loathed by those that should be loving,
Torturing anguish by the fear that stabs the heart,
Muting of the throat and mouth,
Scary apprehensions of the words spoken,
Edging back in the darkness of the mind,
Forever to stay,
Special peculiarity of a talent seen but not heard,
Pain delievers will seen and feel,
When the strength of the heart is released,
Then the tormentors will whine and wane, then go,
Then will come respect to those that deserve it.
-Anna 10/31/96