Poetry.

Tiger Lily

A rope tightly tied to a tree

and a tiny stool beneath thee.

Dressed in clothes that did not matter,

they’d cut them off to try to make you better.

You remembered to write a letter,

to tell your mom and father,

the reason you went out this way,

you mentioned you were gay.

Reminded them you love them,

this isn’t their end.

The letter is tacked to the base of the tree,

along with a tiger lily.

You are on the stool and there is nothing left,

you hope the bullies would win their bet.

You hesitate and think of the one you loved,

the one who was beaten and now above.

The reason you are doing this is easy,

cannot live in a world that makes you queasy.

You don’t understand why you are different,

don’t understand why people hold so much hatred.

You love yourself and that is true,

that is not enough because of who,

you are is scary to many people,

they do not think of it as a ball.

You are different from them,

it’s all they see then.

With a deep breath and a sudden kick,

the stool topples and the air gets thick.

There you are found, hanging from the tree,

with just a note and a tiger lily.

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So, uhm, I know I don't usually put a note at the end of my poems because they are self explanatory but this one needs a note. I know this poem is not different than the others as written wise but this had have been the most gut wrenching poem, I've ever written. This topic hits home rather hard for me, it makes me upset almost everyday and I hope poem will help someone out. This whole poem happened when I was in the shower, I was washing my hair and then, out of no where, the words started to pour out of my mouth. I hope you enjoy this poem. I hope you know I am here for you. Always. No one should every be alone when they need someone the most.