So many,
I'm on the edge,
Of running away from,
All the fear and,
Dark thoughts,
That make me sick,
That I know aren't "right",
But I can't escape the fact,
That I defy common sense,
Or common courtesy,
To paint a face,
And be content,
At least in public,
No!
I am not content,
I am different,
I am me,
Which is not who I was told to be.
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
So many,
I'm on the edge,
Of running away from,
All the fear and,
Dark thoughts,
That make me sick,
That I know aren't "right",
But I can't escape the fact,
That I defy common sense,
Or common courtesy,
To paint a face,
And be content,
At least in public,
No!
I am not content,
I am different,
I am me,
Which is not who I was told to be.
