RichardKennedy09

I know you are not who they think you are, You are more than some monster that haunts their lives, More than a soon to be shambling corpse that people only know disdain for, And I was one of the ones whom you treated like a malfunctioning computer, that you can yell, call names, and rarely hit to try and get it to work, Unfortunately technology only knows what we teach it, same as a child, Only difference, A laptop can not be molded by fear, I was, Ironcially enough, I still try to see past what people have said to and about you, Like I could reach in through your chest, And rip out the light, For all to see, Just to make them