 finally
Finally i've found a place where people understand. Where i can talk and be heard. Where my weight doesn't interfere.
Thank you all. You have answered what i was looking for in the following poem.
White Face
Shadows pass across my face
wondering where is my place
For in this world I do not fit
So restlessly, alone i sit
You talk of money, fortune and fame
yet I find this talk somewhat lame
It's matter of the heart most concerning me
the light within that most don't see
I watch the world roll slowly by
and knowing it's useless, still i try
I'm here for awhile, I have no choice
maybe someday you'll hear my house
I am a person looking for a place
an open heart, a smilling face
A person to listen, to understand
a person to lend a loving hand
Until that day i'll paint my face white
a symbol of my lonely plight
A mask to wear for all to see
until another white face finds me
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So long as you are putting your best foot forward, then, 
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