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No place for me at my house. Yelling, expectations and failures take what should be mine. I will never be good enough And so I have been pushed to the side. No place for me in your heart. I ripped open my chest for you to see mine beating rhythmically, And you pushed me away. I have had to pack my bags and look elsewhere. No place for me in my mind. Thoughts of who I have become make me want to crumble. I cannot think about myself for too long, Or I will not survive. I have a tiny one-room apartment in hope for the future. No place for me in my church. I have hidden my bisexuality from them, Because it is not exactly smiled upon In the conservative community. No place for me in my town. All these ******* look the same With their money and clothes And the fact that they couldn't care less. And do not get me started on their Republican morals. Will their be a place for me? In the ripples and folds of time? Can I ever find a place where I can stay for a while And be accepted? I guess that's why they build hotels.
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Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC
No Place
No place for me at my house. Yelling, expectations and failures take what should be mine. I will never be good enough And so I have been pushed to the side. No place for me in your heart. I ripped open my chest for you to see mine beating rhythmically, And you pushed me away. I have had to pack my bags and look elsewhere. No place for me in my mind. Thoughts of who I have become make me want to crumble. I cannot think about myself for too long, Or I will not survive. I have a tiny one-room apartment in hope for the future. No place for me in my church. I have hidden my bisexuality from them, Because it is not exactly smiled upon In the conservative community. No place for me in my town. All these ******* look the same With their money and clothes And the fact that they couldn't care less. And do not get me started on their Republican morals. Will their be a place for me? In the ripples and folds of time? Can I ever find a place where I can stay for a while And be accepted? I guess that's why they build hotels.
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Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC
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