Sometimes I wonder why. Why Iím here, why Iím who I amÖI believed in god once; when I was small and the world was a perfect place, but Iíve grown up. The world could care less who you are or what you doÖor why. The world doesnít care if youíre Christian or Catholic or anything like that. I found out the hard way. I struggle to get in the running, to hear the same drum as everyone else. I fight to stay on the road and not get trampled and pushed asideÖbut Iím invisible. People push and stomp without knowing Iím really there. My emotions must be buried under all the rubble of what once was my life. If my emotions show through, if my weaknesses are revealed... Like a pack of animals I will be shoved out of the group and will die. Like a wild animal, I can not survive alone.