Paradise is Defined by the Dreamer

I dream of a paradise.
It's not warm
Or sunny.
It's not tropical.
It's cloudy
And it rains every once in a while.
It's a real world
Where pain exists
And broken love stews
In the bowels of creation.
There is no endless ocean.
Hope has it's limits
Just like a true world.
It's a place where people
Aren't people like they are here.
They don't judge,
There is no critisim.
Every person has a place to belong.
There are no cliques.
People don't stop you
From reaching your goals,
From being who and what you want to be.
They don't call you crazy
Or stop what keeps you alive.
Sometimes they leave on their own
Like love.
And sometimes they stay
Like drugs.
But whatever it is
Whatever you want to do with your life
However you want to live it
Is accepted.
I dream of comfort
In being who you are.
A cold, harsh, unforgiving place.
It has consequences.
It has rewards.
You can wear your scars plainly.
Your past should show.
Every blemish,
Every bump
Is a part of you.
My paradise
Might be like yours.
Outward beauty is misleading
Inner beauty is much more important.
Being who you are
All the time.
No fear at discovery
Or condemnation.
Where everyone can just
Be.
My paradise.
A cutter's paradise.
A place to be free.