People see what they want to see. They see the smiles because I want to be happy. They don’t see the anger, they don’t see the pain, they don’t see the little girl. It’s in there, all that pain, all that rejection and abuse. It sits there, right underneath that smile, just waiting. Can I be Uncornered? Without question. My road here is paved by asking for just enough help to stay alive, just enough to survive. Do I want to be Uncornered? Desperately. Am I Uncornered? Maybe, Sometimes. My journey will continue, my family will thrive and I will let others help me Uncorner and I will Uncorner others.
