Split in two

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(THIS IS A VENT POEM!!!! IF YOU ARE GOING THROUGH SOMETHING AND CAME HERE FOR GOOD VIBES, PLEASE DON'T READ)


My parents look at me in shame when I tell them my problems it's just in vain. 

They love me. I know it to be true, but if another was their daughter, would they love me too? 

Do they only love me because of my label? 

Or because I seem somewhat stable?

 If they knew what I said in my mind, would they take their first chance at leaving me behind?

 If I was a male would I have a different role? 

Would they see me as strong and not a needy foal?

 If I liked another woman like me, would the devil be my identity? 

What if my best isn't the best they want me to be? 

What if my ideas don't a-line with what they see? 

If I am loud, and happy, I'm annoying, and crazy. 

If I am quiet, and shy, I'm stupid and lazy. 

If I hide my real self I'm a fake, but if I show my real self my friendships are at stake. 

If I gained weight would I be just as pretty? 

Or would people stare and look at me in pity? 

People will label me for anything I do. 

I can't be anything without you telling me what I am, and who. 

I want to be something in this world but I want that choice to be mine and not yours. 

What if something I like isn't something they'd expect? 

Will I be viewed differently for my interests? 

I want to understand this world we call home. 

But it's hard when there are two right answers, leading to confusion, leaving me 

alone. 

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