Do you know me?
Do You really know me?
Do you speak my language?
Do you understand me?
For decades I have shown you.
Who I really am.
The late nights, long phone calls.
Sneaking out at night.
Can you read my thoughts? Better yet, can you read my lips?
The world I live in, is not your reality.
We are separated by false expectations.
I am a puzzle. I have different pieces.
I might even be missing pieces.
I am damaged, dirty and dull.
I have been passed around a million blocks.
No one has ever really found me.
I live an invisible life. Plain and simple.
I get scared easy, I am weak.
I am lost and full of emotion.
Do you comprehend what I’m saying?
I have scars deep within. Wounds that will never heal.
If you choose to stay, I can’t guarantee your happiness. I will do what I can, with what I have, to give you the best life I know how to give.
All I have is me. I don’t have fancy cars or lots of money. Just a heart that I’m ready to share.
– Tim Foster 2015