Not gay enough to be LGBT+
Not straight enough to be straight
So where are we to go

Seen as invasive to one and unnatural to the other
To small of a group to confide in each  other
So where are we to go

Left out of a group that preaches acceptance
Sure some that share our identity are bad, but they aren't us
We just want to be accepted, we just want to hear that there is nothing wrong with us.

We, myself and the ones I surround myself with, we want to stand with you
But so often we find ourselves stuck somewhere in between
So where are we to go

This is not a poem
Nor a collection of words
This is a construct of society
You are not reading words
You are observing a collection of random markings and deriving meaning from them
The voices you hear are not talking
They are making random noises and you think they mean something
Take this into consideration and realize that either nothing is normal, or that everything is normal.

Silence
Quiet and dark
Reaching, breaking, ending
It's always terrifying me
Stillness

Grey clouds in the sky
Pitter patter, rain falls down
Calming everyone

I've spent my life in the river's ebb and flow
Some days spent fighting the current, others just floating along
But now my river has no current, and I no fight
I'm stuck in a lake now, with only my hope
Most days I hope I don't drown, others I wish I already had

You are a snowflake falling from the sky
Sparkling and tumbling throughout the night
I wish to touch but I must deny
Lest I harm you or cause you fright
I will only observe and watch you shine
As you fall and live out your life
And as I watch your final decline
You watch me melt and end my strife.