Myrad of Colors

Colors, a myrad in my head,
Sounds, a pounding on my brain.
Questions, a force unseen,
Concieve, but nothing to understand.

A despairing train of unhappiness,
Infinite insults never to stop.
Grasp my life, I beg thee,
And stop my endless plight.

A point of distant light,
Amid the closing darkness,
A freekish occurance of thought,
Pull me back from myrad's blight.

One simple voice is all it took,
A faint hand amidst the confusion.
One simple thought, become a caring friend,
A soul who happened to smile.

My friend sees none but I,
No one but I sees my friend,
And yet a force so powerful,
A calming, powerful being.

So now I stand tall and proud,
Full of thought and force.
Now I let them judge me down,
A myrad of colors is my cause.

I need nothing more than myself!