I'm surrounded by a sea
of people who do not see the hurt in me
who do not believe in my ways of expression

and I sit here trying to contain myself
trying to make myself less of me
to fit the forms they expect me to come in

I never can
I always fail..
And I am learning to be okay with it.

But everyday is something new
another part of me I must conceal
and i am coming to the point

where soon there will be nothing of me left
for them to take way

and i think only then will they be satisfied