Stupid lies, piercing cries, you feel as if you're dying inside, they've taken your pride, you wish you could find a reason to stay alive.
Everything in your life is masked, you've done more for them, that could've been asked, hoping that one day you won't break and bend, and try get yourself on the mend.
Horror, you wish to see no more, you walk outside the door, realising you're poor, why not just give up, and let them tear you up.
Get away from the world, disguise yourself in women's clothes, you've become unfurled, now they all know what you've chose.
You wish to be different, not just to have a preference, this is who you are, you've gotten this far, don't be ashamed, you're not the one to be blamed.
YOU ARE READING
This Is Your Voice
PoetryA selection of poetry, that I have written from the last three years. An anthology of my poems from the last three years, which I have put together, for everyone to enjoy, about survival, love, heartbreak and pain, and my own experiences in life. ...
