Sometimes I don’t understand, what people think, how you could even think such thoughts.
We’re all same, as in we just want to belong,
But I don’t understand that the person I love is wrong.
And you tell me it is, right to my face.
Which hurts me.
Because I don’t bully you for being straight.

When i look in the mirror,
I see an unfamiliar figure,
And I have to remind myself,
It’s me.

I look in the mirror,
To see a person nobody loves,
A distant shadow, an outcast,
A stranger amongst waves of people,
And I do tell myself,
I am a person too,
And you bullying me just makes me hate you.

Then it stops. For a bit.
Like a pause in the breeze,
Things are silent.
Calm.
But then it just repeats.