You will be okay.
...
The world isn't jealous of everyone, but you.
Under its golden crown, it expulses you from happiness.
You have found cell bars hiding you away from the plastic people
who haven't discovered that their hinges are coming loose.

The world isn't afraid of everyone, but you.
Under its golden crown, you aren't there.
The world thinks it has buried you
but the hinges are coming off.

The world is absolute,
flourishing massacres with its sharp tongue.
It explodes our rights, masking them like supernovas;
something needed for life to continue.

You'll be okay. Don't let them take you down.
Up above, in the skies far from Earth, there is a crown.
This one isn't golden, silver, blue or green.
It is our minds.

You'll be okay. I promise you.
Take back your thousand suns and be happy.
Knock the crown off the world's head and
claim the one hidden amidst the clouds.

Take it back. For you. For me. For everyone.
Retrieve our minds.
Once upon a revolution.
...
You'll be okay.

Rich, dark soil after rain
Fresh brewed coffee with just a drop of cream
They want sky blue, aquamarine,
Or deep forest green,
But all I can give is brown.

Smooth, chocolate truffles
Hot cocoa on a bitter, snowy day
A ten-year-old boy's mudslide onto home plate
A freshly washed teddy bear

The world tells me these are not beautiful.
Instead they want a polluted, grey sky,
Or littered grass.

My eyes are strong bark,
And sturdy oak.
They are ancient roots reaching into fertile soil,
Out of which sprouts life.
Brown is all I can give to you.

My dreams were assassinated
by the bullets of reality...

TRIGGER WARNING*
She is the girl.
She's the girl with her creamy, chocolate eyes.
She's the girl with her curly, crazy hair to match her personality.
She's my best friend.
I can't help but stare up and down at her curves,
but you're not supposed to look at your friends like that, I realized.
It felt like a knife,
similar to the one kept hidden safely in my bedroom,
penetrated my heart.
It hurts.
Having a sleep over with a Christian friend
"Any boys ya like?"
Having to bite my tongue until it bleeds so I won't blurt my secret.
It hurts.
Having one of my closest friends pretends I'm not there,
after I come out to her.
It hurts.
Why am I like this?
I scream into the night,
sharpening my nails and slicing my skin.
I bleed,
it hurts.
Why can't I be normal?
I guess my heart just doesn't go that way,
I guess I'm gay.
She's my best friend.
She's the girl with the curly, crazy hair to match her personality.
She's the girl with her creamy, chocolate eyes.
She's the girl.