I keep stressing over things that are useless
Keep dressing up for people who won't notice
Keep trying to change myself
Just to please someone else
can't be gay in my house
can't have the perfect spouse
just wanna be me
but to them I am ugly
can't seem to find my way
so why should I stay
when they see my flaws
when they make their laws
can't say gay
can't have an abortion
don't have a choice
my body belongs to them
and so what now?
so many counties
so many lives
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts In The Three AM
Poetrydon't judge. it's depressing and is going into my book. Edit: it's not going in a book, but it is a way for me to keep my emotions on a page instead of in my head
