It's just another week
in my blighted life
time to spill the tea
Left to taste the bitter hate
when all I ask are sweets
and the candy that you give
is too salty for my taste
Sticks and stones may break my bones
, but your words cut deeper than my knife
'"It's okay you're just misguided
and as long as you conform
like all those who tried and failed"
"You're not hurting anyone
, but you just can't fit in my box"
I'm searching frantically for someone to hold out hand
to save me from this hell.
and when I'm brought back to Earth
by the comfort of their voice
I live.
But they're dead now
in the cold
absence of everything,
I die.
I wrote this poeming thinking of the other people who might be in this situation.