a letter to them...

If you are to disown me, so be it… but please hear me say this words if you would permit...

I don’t have the face to display, nor the ability to speak of the words that I am about to convey. With this gift of words that has been given to me, I just hope that you might forgive me. I have used my mind on thinking what is right, using this as I evaluated my own meaning of life not knowing that I can never see the true meaning of life. Walking through the path I know, I realize the path I know is a place where I don’t want go. The problem is I think too much, too much of equality parse that have ruin my values in life. Now I have to know that reality bites. As I go on further, I learn to trust my heart, my heart that is filled with emotion, passion and infatuation. At this point of time I have learned that these is the stage where you’re spirit shouts out to be free. All I can hear is freedom and justice. Freedom! Justice! Right! Shouting at the top of my youthful voice I cry out these words, not knowing the reasons beyond that point. I thought that you can never give what you can never have, but I realize that you are right when you said give and don’t expect that you’ll receive. Now I agree that I can never be, the person that you really wanted me to be. Harsh words cam out of my mouth, word for word I wish that it would all be wiped out but some things can never be out done nor be removed from our mind. I should have listen, I should have done, these words of wisdom that you have ask me to understand. But what can I do now… the damage has been done…

Now I ask forgiveness for what I have done, I felt your sorrow, I felt your distress. All I want now is for you to have your mind be at rest. So I ask you now… I am sorry… for your own good… disown me now…