They say love is love
But say your sexuality isn't real

They say dress how you want
But say it isn't dressing right

They say
Kissing girls is weird
They say
Don't you miss ****
They say
How can you like that

You try to not look
Into their eyes
And get lost in their desperate kisses

Cause all that they are
Is a phantom of
What could've been.

Be who you want to be.
Love who you want to love.

Wear what you want,
Kiss who you want,
Say what you want.

It doesn't matter if you
Are straight or lesbian
Or gay or bi or trans
Or ace or pan.

It doesn't matter if you
Are white or black
Or Asian or Mexican.

Be who you want to be.
Own who you are.
And if you have to burn a few
Bridges to become who you
Truly are,

Then those bridges that were burned
Never really mattered
In the first place.

Just **** this.
**** THIS.

I don't want

to be
           wild and free


                                I want someone to actually care

You listen to loud music
You write about them
Drink too much
Smoke too much
Just trying to get their
**** face out of your head

You read books
And play ****** games
Go and see friends
Just trying to get their
Smile out of your mind.

And no matter what you do
You end up staying up
Too late--
All alone,
Thinking of their face and smile
And what their fingertips look like
You're thinking about
The shape of their eyes
And what their laugh sounds like.
What their lips taste like.

All these memories you wish
You didn't have
Because they aren't good memories
Anymore

******* memories that
Won't go away,
All that happiness and lust and love
Now sit, soured,
In your heart, head, and stomach.

Who gives a **** about the clothes you wear or the color of your skin or the way you talk or who you love or what ink you have or how you do your makeup or what weight you are or what you got pierced because none of it should matter.

We should give a **** about what you've accomplished and how you choose to express yourself and what you want to be not who you were or are.

All of society is thinking about how the outside reflects the inside, and it does. But people think you have to have a certain kind of outside to have a good inside; formal clothes, formal speaking, no criminal record, a certain skin color, a certain sexuality, no visible tattoos and dear god take that piece of metal out of your nose.
And if you don't have the right outside, you are not professional enough, not smart enough, and you don't care enough.

Well excuse me. I didn't know I had to care so much I had to hide who I really am.