Faded

There are always stories about the broken, the mute, the bullied. All in all they are all one thing, broken. Fading into the midst of it all. Faded, that's what we are. With our hearts shattered we long for a person who can open us up, and in some occasions we do find that person who is our life support. With that person we feel safe and start to get brighter, wanting to show ourselves more. We are like a drawing in the works. Light at first, but soon we are something excellent, something rare, something amazing. Sadly, there are some people.. Some drawing that stay light, afraid to come out. We can all be a rare world of excellency if we work for it. Not everyone needs help, not everyone needs that one push, that one mark. Alas, in the end all humans and beings of all species are just one thing, faded. Some hide behind colors and special talents but still we are faded. Whether it be on the inside or out, we are faded . Striving to become something more than light marks on paper.