Growing up I was differnt from the norm

wheather is the way I talk, think or dress there was

always something wrong.

I was always told that I was too quiet, too nice, too clumsy and too navie for the real world

just because I didn't smoke that or hit that girl.

I was always misunderstood but I'm thankful that I have a savior who understands

even though I have Christ in my life I can still feel like a broken man.

No I'm not perfect by any meas just look at my biogrophy

I was a liar and my heart was filled with idolotry

trying to fill the void of living with a single mother

looking for postive male role model who will speak peace to one antoher

tired of always hearing that a man should be like these inscure thugs who hurt each

other.

I want more that what the tv is feeding me

I want something wholesome something that can refresh me

I want something with substance something that I can keep with a memory

I want more than just someone who'll tell me when I'm right or wrong but a ture spirtual

family.