To whom it concern

when you read this,
Do not be alarmed or be scared,
Do weep or share a tear.
Do not fault
Or point towards anyone the finger of blame,
I come as I am
Hoping to reach anyone

To whom it concern,
I write this letter with a bruised soul
And a buttered  heavy heart,
I have been searching for myself in the dark
But I only find shadows and scars
only to find torment carried with the baggage of the past

To whom it concern,
I have tried to be brave and strong
I have tried to fit in and belong
But I always feel like something is wrong
Like something is missing,
A puzzle piece failing to belong
Yet for my suffering, I still endure.

For
I have dreams and hopes that I want to pursue
I have talents and skills that I want to use
But I always doubt if they are enough or true
Am I Just chasing the dream for fools?

To whom it concern,
I don't need your help and support
yet I need your love and comfort
But I don't know how to ask or report
I've always been a prideful man
I'd rather suffer in silence
But now I admit I might have been wrong

To whom it concern,
Please don't judge me or ignore me
Please don't hurt me or abandon me
Please just see me and accept me

This is me, in all my flaws and beauty
This is me, in all my pain and glory
This is me, hoping you will hear my story