I walked into the room with my parents.

Face red and ready to fight.

Waiting for the opportunity to present.

I may be different, not in face or hight

But by my soul to them I will now show.

I hope in time they will not mind.

Waiting for my fate of crow.

My eyes are wet, I want them to be kind.

But instead they show there true colors.

We scream for what seems like forever.

I look to see the face of my mother.

She says to me we will get through this together.