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7d
Every little thing I do is unnecessary
I stick to the details and read the fine
Print. Publish. Send it away.
My words fly through the sky to you and yours
For better or worse I need professional
Help but how? Who? What kind?
Not a doctor, not a nurse, not a therapist
They'll just try to make me believe
Some **** that isn't even true
Brainwashing me til my mind is through
Convince me there never was a me and you
Are you turning over in your grave now, old man?
Can you hear what I'm saying, old man?
Do you feel guilty now? Now that you're gone?
Buried under the ground? Leaving me alone...
No one but those foul customers around
I grew up like this... You raised me like this
Made me like this... You're the one I miss
But everyone says you were in the wrong
It wasn't okay but how? I don't understand...
So confused on this topic even now...
Holy cow... You're gone... What do I do now?
Who wants me around now? Did I....Did I...
Did I make you proud? Staying like this even
When you're not around...Thrown to the ground
As they take what they want from me...
I am how you taught me to be...

- "Flower"
Cassian
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Cassian  17/Transmasculine/Nowhere
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