I pull at my hair
And scratch at my skin
You ask me why
I don't even know where to begin

The curls in my hair are all wrong
The colour orange just doesn’t belong
My skin looks all weird colours and mottled
The feelings inside I keep up and bottled

There is no reason for my depression
I find it hard to show my expression
I escape into the word of fiction
I stay so long it becomes an addiction

Being who I am doesn’t conform
To what others consider the social norm
People who know my sexuality
See me as an abnormality

I get terrified when in a crowd
Everyone just always seems so loud
I cling to people like a leach
My voice is weak without freedom of speech

I wish I could be normal
But that would just abnormal
I wish I could learn to accept
But in that I am so inept

Some people live their entire lives without ever seeing the light
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Not because they can't, but because they refuse to even try
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Don't stay in the darkness

I hate you,
I thought so.
I wanna say I hate you,
Only if I could.

I love you,
That is true
i wanna say " I Love You"
Only if I could

it's a lot like
when you're
picking berries
all day
and enjoying
the bursts of
**** and
sweet
on your tongue
when
all the while
the dark
red juice
is running
down your
wrists and
quietly soaking
the tips of
your fingers
and they sort
of just silently
adapt
and
accept this
foreign but
familiar
deep
red stain
so set within
the ridges and
ripples
indistinguishable
from the actual
grooves
and
pink of your
real fingerprints
that
you don't
even notice
when it
finally
starts to
fade
away