Sometimes it's hard
to admit who we are
unapologetically.
Nothing hits me harder to the core
than not feeling heard.
That moment suspended in time
in which I try
to explain just how I feel
and they don't understand
they can't comprehend.
It's not a fault or a point to blame
it's not my lack of ability to explain
it's because they are not me
and she is not he
and we will never be
each other.
I can say who I am,
but from where they stand
a mile, a yard, or enough to touch hands
the distance is too far to for them to see
no matter how eloquently I speak
So I set myself free.
Instead of beating myself up
and saying I didn't try hard enough
it could just be
their own incapacity
to understand just who I am.
It could just be
they can't see me
because they haven't found
their identity.
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 7:13 PM UTC
Sometimes it's hard
to admit who we are
unapologetically.
Nothing hits me harder to the core
than not feeling heard.
That moment suspended in time
in which I try
to explain just how I feel
and they don't understand
they can't comprehend.
It's not a fault or a point to blame
it's not my lack of ability to explain
it's because they are not me
and she is not he
and we will never be
each other.
I can say who I am,
but from where they stand
a mile, a yard, or enough to touch hands
the distance is too far to for them to see
no matter how eloquently I speak
So I set myself free.
Instead of beating myself up
and saying I didn't try hard enough
it could just be
their own incapacity
to understand just who I am.
It could just be
they can't see me
because they haven't found
their identity.
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