in my struggles
for acceptance,
I seek someone
to love me for
who I am. Is it

                                     parents?
Friends? or
am I destined
to a life born
of struggle and
pain? Is it that

                                     or
will I someday
get a real
community all
for me and for
other people
like me?

                                      Are they
people that
even exist? I
know it won’t
be my parents.
They don’t give
love, they’re
more like

                                      jailors.
They confine
me to my body,
to my brain and
to my pains.