The bright light reflects
from my tear filled eyes
With countless vents
It is time to say goodbye
And I don’t reach out
My identity is a circus act
For those who find it amusing
I am not to overreact
Yet I am still self accusing
And I don’t reach out
I have to put up with more
Than anyone else
I have more to endure
In a world of parallels.
And I don’t reach out
I’m the human embodiment of Atlas
Holding up everything unfurled
But the sky isn’t just mine, alas
Not everyone is rivaled
And I reach out
Sep 21, 2024
Sep 21, 2024 at 4:13 PM UTC
The bright light reflects
from my tear filled eyes
With countless vents
It is time to say goodbye
And I don’t reach out
My identity is a circus act
For those who find it amusing
I am not to overreact
Yet I am still self accusing
And I don’t reach out
I have to put up with more
Than anyone else
I have more to endure
In a world of parallels.
And I don’t reach out
I’m the human embodiment of Atlas
Holding up everything unfurled
But the sky isn’t just mine, alas
Not everyone is rivaled
And I reach out
Wrote this last academic school year, I was tired of being picked on for being trans *****
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