Labels are for articles that we care to wear
not for individuals to bare

Through our lives its truly a shame
truth be known, were not to blame

Our shells protect us from the taunts
the deeds survived, remain to haunt

Over the years its like a storm
we feel we are mostly outside the norm

We come here now, to mend our shells
some memories of which are living hell

Within this place in cyber space
we come to find a healing grace

Together now we can bare labels true
were SURVIVORS, well carry through

We have each other to make our way
through our journey day by day

As we gather our shells will mend
in hopes that we can begin again!
My Story :