They say college is the best time of your life,
But dante's seventh circle, seems serene
A paradise for my spring break, free from this agony.
I find myself choking on my beliefs,
Torn from my heart, and jammed back down my throat;
By people who praise diversity of ideas, but only listen to their own words.
My education has been one of hate,
Hated for my ideas on how to help others,
Just because I wasn't of the same mind.
I can't escape myself, alone, in a sea of self loathing
Drowning in underhanded insults and ostrification,
Gasping for air, refusing to turn blue
My confidence in being loved has been completely shattered,
Afraid of the testosterone that makes me who I am,
My very sexuality offensive and toxic.
I look in the mirror seeing a freak,
Someone undeserving of breath,
And in these, the best years of my life.
