He, feels too masculine
She, I hate with a passion
I have all these ideas in my head,
But I don't know who I am instead.
I'm not a he,
I'm not a she,
I can be whoever I want to be.
I should be able to express myself
Without having to pretend,
I am somebody else.
It is hard as it is,
And it makes me struggle to live.
I am constantly misunderstood,
Living my life as a falsehood.
No one understands,
No one knows what it is like.
It should just be a common command,
but nothing feels right.
I don't know who I am anymore.
It feels like living,
is such a flaw.
I am giving it my all,
And so much more.
I am afraid I'll fall,
And end up falling through the floor.
We all have our own opinions,
regardless of our religion.
We decide to make this choice,
and we want our story to be voiced.
This isn't just a faze,
And it couldn't be any more clearer,
than a foggy haze.
We are who we are.
We get to choose.
Some of us have to go through,
Homophobic abuse.
Some of us get hurt,
And lost along the way.
We might end up with a scar
Or even try to take our life away.
This feeling of uselessness,
Many of us have.
The time wears thin,
And many of us begin to lose our sing.
Please get it right,
Before someone loses their fight
And they try and take their life.
They are trying to fight it, but they can't.
They give up fighting any longer.
Because it all just became too much.
They gave up,Suddenly their family was star-struck.
They didn't know what to say.
They didn't know their child ever felt this way.
They never listened.
They never cared.
It was all about the.
All they ever did was try to make me more fem.
That is what killed me.
That is why I am so sad.
Before they get mad.
It is,
and it was too late.
I have already determined my fate.
I'm not a he,
I'm not a she,
I'm non-binary.
Please take your time to consider,
the lives lost due to this trigger.
We aren't perfect,
But we would love it
If you could appreciate us a bit more.
There are many sexualities
And many genders to explore.
Now if you could just treat us with respect,
We wouldn't be feeling all this regret.
They/them is my fashion,
And I wear it with much pride
And passion.
Cause I'm non-binary
And I'm free to be me.
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Saving the misunderstood
PoetryA book of short poetry that is relatable for people who struggle with identity. Saving the Misunderstood is about a person who shares their experience with finding themselves, trying to figure out who they are. A deep, relatable poem about not feel...