My thoughts,
weigh me a ton.
They keep running ,
wilder with each 'tic toc.

Aching for access to restricted areas , trying to touch unattainable topics.
A wanderer, they shape me into.

Knocking me out
Pushing me down
Lifting me up to grow

Judge not my age but way of thinking,
Judge not my face but how I managed to keep going after what I've gone through
Judge not by what you think you know.

Judge not, just hear me
At least for once ,
I beg you.

-26.8.18