You will be alright

You will be all right.
Your roots run deep with no fruit.
You do not know why you are.
Failing to fit in who you should be.
You are ashamed of how you are.
Shame that makes you scared.
Scare that makes you hide.
Hiding feels safe but takes you away.
Away from the bonds you crave.
Craving that makes you slave.
Slaving for validation, for respect.
Respect that comes from scores.
Scores that will forgive your ills.
Ills that make you a freak.
And freaks do not know to behave.
Behave one may, believe one must.
Belief that comes from a life lived.

Life comes from finding yourself.
Life comes from pride.
Life comes from joy.
Life comes from faith.
Life comes from strength.
Life comes from seeing you are enough.
Life comes from knowing you will be all right.