Silly,
how they see potential
where I never could.
everywhere I hope to be
on Earth,
but it is too late
my potential died
as well as me.

Silly, how tears
only fall down
your cheeks.

Do Everyday People
want
relatability
or
professionalism

My smile appearing
like the blue sky after
a cloudy day.
Because of the wind,
I feel it rip me away from today
to the periwinkle flower
held only by her stem.
The gentle gust mending
her fallen tears.
looking now at her
withered petals
Fly Away to the Wind.

My name is John
And I am gay
I look outside
Every single frickin day

I wish I was straight
So that I could own a goat
And a *******
And ******* goats