Change Me If You Can

On the surface, I am white as snow,

My eyes a shimmering grey,

Constantly quivering from side to side

Anxious for no reason at all.

I am a doll my Maker forgot to paint

As He put his pallet and brush away,

Leaving me as a living ghost,

Pale, but full of life.

I am a warrior of youth

Waging war against a

Society arrogant and ill.

I am no different from the rest,

But they simply cannot comprehend.

I have been bruised, battered, broken and shattered,

Tenfold at the least.

But don't be fooled, this pummelling

has made me stronger by the day.

I am a will of steel,

A heart of gold.

I am what I am supposed to be.

"Good luck." I say. Good luck.

Good luck changing me.