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Because if it's not one thing! Its another!
She screams and her words crack the floor beneath her.
I'm a horrible person- I ******* get it
They, trapped in a single body, throw their arms up.
Their words were faint- but heard.
I don't know how to love!
His remark shatters the sky
or how to be loved
those ones shatter her heart as he holds the other boys hand in the photo of his phone screen- where she once belonged
You don't understand that!
She said throwing the clothes her mother got her from the /mens/ department out the window
I'm battling demons that nobody understands
he looks in the mirror one last time with the glistening escape hanging ever so slightly off the edge of the sink
In a soft other worldly whisper,
Heard from everywhere,
Because it comes from everywhere:
Nobody will ever understand
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Happy Pride month! I know it's an odd thing to say after the poem ends this way but trust me, no one understands. But there are those who try. Regardless of gender, identity, sexuality, or mental abilities- everyone is important and loved. Nobody may understand you now, but that's because you haven't found the right somebodies. Keep looking. This life can be worth it.