To all of you who mocked my conviction,
I�m sorry that you lack human compassion.

To all of you who question my faith because of my outward appearance,
I�m sorry that you fail to notice the need for ongoing self-reflection.

To all of you that question my lifestyle,
I�m sorry that you feel you must denounce your brother instead of loving yourself.

To all of you women that have made me feel ugly,
I�m sorry that you missed the opportunity to get to know me.

To all of you that ran from my disability,
I�m sorry you can�t see the heart and mind behind the twisted outer form.

To all of you who ever needed my help,
I�m sorry that I couldn�t, and can't do more.

To all of you who feel like you�re all alone,
I�m sorry you can�t reach out to everyone else fighting the same exact fear.

To all of you whom I�ve hurt,
I�m sorry I thought more of myself, than I did of you.

To all of you who have hurt me
I forgive you--again, and again, and again.