im bad at poetry lmao
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I hate it.
I hate how I feel.
I hate how I think you make me feel.
I think you make me feel like I’m not welcome because of what I am.
I think you make me feel like I’m trash because of how I think.I hate being this broken magnet.
I hate being pulled towards the unconventional while being yanked by what’s normal.
I feel like I’m being split apart by the hedge-maze that I call a brain.This rainbow is a curse that I can’t fix.
It makes me feel like I don’t belong.
I try to play it off like I’m comfortable in my own skin, my mind, my being.
I’m not.
I’d give away the chance to be rich and famous to be someone-
No, something different.I look in the mirror and see a rainbow-painted “man”.
I’d throw away seven years of good luck to just snuff out that reflection,
To hope to knock some sense into him.“Too young to decide.”
When you said that, I believe a year or two ago,
I was filled with fear;
Fear that I’m not welcome- or, won’t be if you knew.You follow those talking heads,
Treating their words as gospel,
Especially a few that I wish I could step on
Like the chewed piece of gum on the classroom floor that they are
The lies of those false prophets,
Who spew what they do to capitalize on the idiotic worms,
Will merely rot your being.
Don’t be like that.I’ve been taught by my peers that how I am is “weird”.
I’ve seen people being made fun of for what they can’t control.
It makes me fear for when my time will come when they find out.I’m afraid.
I’m afraid of you, them, and myself.
I know there’s others within us that are like me
And I know that it’s not inherently wrong,
But I feel like I have to keep this inside
Like a message in a bottle lost at sea,
Potentially never to be found.
Even if it were found,
It’d be best to just toss it back out into the ocean without a second thought. -
i wrote this for extra credit in my english class btw
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for fucks sake just use my poem
