Help Me

I am not a statistic

i dont follow the crowd

i dwell in the silence

i walk tall and proud

i am not a lover

though I love everyone

i am not an optimist

but I try to envision the sun

i need help, even love

i turn to those who try

they turn their backs, ashamed

i close my heart and cry

i sing with the caged bird

i paint the colors of wind

i dance with wolves of hatred

i avoid a life of sin