You see me crying loud,
with my heart on my sleeve.
They see me crying loud,
easy pickings, wishing I'd leave.
You pick me up,
telling me to be proud.
They push me down,
unwelcoming, I'm not allowed.
You tell me that I'm perfect,
because I'm so unique.
They tell me I'm ugly,
that I'm a freak.
You love me, smiling,
say they're ignorant, and wrong.
They hate me, scowling,
say I'm trash and don't belong.
All the while, I ignore the hate
and welcome the love.
My heart sings proudly,
as I hold my beloved.
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 12:21 PM UTC
You see me crying loud,
with my heart on my sleeve.
They see me crying loud,
easy pickings, wishing I'd leave.
You pick me up,
telling me to be proud.
They push me down,
unwelcoming, I'm not allowed.
You tell me that I'm perfect,
because I'm so unique.
They tell me I'm ugly,
that I'm a freak.
You love me, smiling,
say they're ignorant, and wrong.
They hate me, scowling,
say I'm trash and don't belong.
All the while, I ignore the hate
and welcome the love.
My heart sings proudly,
as I hold my beloved.
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