Maxi-Priest

I'm a target, the one that people curse with taunting, with teasing and ridicule. When life seems to be going stable (for once) I am thrown a curve ball and find it difficult to recover from it's pitch. I hate baseball. I love the Yankees.
I have a mind of my own. I bother no one, but seem to fall behind on the "likeable" scale- maybe I'm too much...maybe I'm not enough. I try to figure my best approach to life- to learning to deal with the ups and downs of livelihood, of people and their dramatics. I've fallen so many times and have been embraced by no one. It's hard on concrete- where my body lies cold against cement. Cold is what has taken over the atmosphere of my heart. Icy as the frozen glaciers of the Himalayas. I yearn to be free- to speak and not be taken for granted. The words that are sewn within my being need to be watered like the roots of a rare rose.
No one truly relates to what I say or express. I deal with ignorant people. I try to be nice, wonderful (muah! even blow them a kiss) and they stab me in the back. It's been done before and so it continues.