Disappointment is what I get,
Being accepted will never happen
When all I want is love.
Your views override mine right?
Fine, I'm sorry your not happy,
I'm sorry I'm not "normal" for you.
But let me get one thing straight.
I won't be fixed going to church,
That is what will disappoint you.
I won't fix myself for you anymore
Because I know you won't do the same.
Pride is what I've been thinking of
For a long time of being walked over,
Growing up in a toxic house
That never felt like home.
For years I was afraid to speak up
I won't ever let someone like my mom
Ever destroy me again.
I've been
Rebuilt a thousand times,
A angel falling out of the sky
Stabbed in the back
For being a warrior at heart.
She made herself from the dark dusts
Crafted in the melancholy moon.
A moon she cried under behind closed doors,
As it watched her dig herself out of a place
Where she almost lost the battle,
Nobody saw her fighting.
But she fought like hell to get here
Not one day is easy,
She knows that by now.
She wishes the people that know her the most
Really could hold her hand
But they never knew her.
The warrior in that little girls heart,
Is screaming to be strong.
So no mom I won't stop my battle for you
To be what I want to be.
I am more than the object you raised,
I am normal
I will never be convinced I am lesser.
I am gay
I'm not here to be tossed around
So here I am
I won't fit in your shoes
I don't care if I'm the outcast.
I am myself
Deal with it.
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Melancholy - poem
PoetryEnjoy well written poetry that is relatable for many, in short or long entries each chapter. It is sad, motivating, and breathtaking to read with each part relating to things I've been through and others have been through too. It's a well worth it r...
