My body is still birthing,
But nothing is to show.
The little life that was to be
Left my body days ago.
My body is still bleeding
Like a casualty took place,
And I mourn the ever-lingering loss
As I imagine a what-if face.
My body is still weeping
Even if no tears are cried.
Despite the plastered grit and grin,
My pain feels impossible to hide.
My body is still broken,
At least that's what I perceive.
What should have been your safest place,
Instead leaves me to grieve.
My body is still aching,
Shuddering, and unkind,
Leaving in place of your still life-
A heartbreak for the rest of mine.

“Oh, my useless tries!”
I cry out into the night,
And the sobs fill the streets.
For I am unable to create
Anything that reaches
Your bones,
Nothing that touches
Your soul.

Change yourself
Change your personality
Change into a different person

You are not good enough
You are supposed to behave different
You are supposed to be different

You can’t look like that
You can’t wear that
You are showing too much skin
You are covering too much

Society is not easy
There is not a wide span between showing too much skin and covering too much up

You have to learn much
-
But don’t be a nerd

You have to have fun
-
But don’t be a looser

You changed
-
I don’t know if I can still be friends with you

You stayed the same
-
I don’t know if I’m too mature for you


Society has high standards
Society has impossible standards

Make your own standards

You don’t have to change yourself
Change the society

To taste the sounds
To turn back time
To read in complete darkness
To travel faster than light
All would have to be possible
For me to forgive