The more I hear you
is the less I can't believe
how things turn out to be
I can't believe he cried when he saw me the first time
and now he shrugs me off like that
How he spins, he kills me slowly like this
The clash the confusing clash
between caress and stab

"We grow up", said my friend
But I don't really think it accounts
for this amount
of pain

I have been stripped from grace
But at least truth is clear, showed its face
You wrong, stupid, sick, insensitive man
Stuck in your own ****** mind
Where numbers are over people
Where my man is a killer
Where people have no fear and that's a bad thing
Where you must be normal else you're a ******* freak

I might forgive you
but expect no Christmas cards from me
the day I am free
You are so full of ****
You hate tears, you hate me
I hate you back. We know. Let's not conceal.
You hate the perceived weak. You know nothing about life.
You have never been the bright, ugly places i've been. But "Never is a promise".

I can forgive you.
Can you forgive me for my sin:
being me?
Trying to live?
Being sick?
Life is exactly what you don't think it is
You forced yourself so much, but you don't have to.
My arms are open. Are yours?