Simply writing something
That shows how trapped I feel
In my everyday life
Is quite impossible
For I have come to terms
With knowing that I
Will never be deemed
As a normal human being.
Underneath my layers of trauma
And my quiet facade
Lies a person sweeter than
The nectar of a rose
Drawing the hummingbirds in.
Though I cannot
Reveal my true self
To my family
In fear of them rejecting me
I know that here
I am safe enough.
My blood flows red
My skin porcelain white
But what lies within
Are stripes of
Yellow
White
Purple
Black
As my heart holds stripes
Of the very equally vivid
Pink
Purple
Blue.
I am who I am
And I can't change that
Regardless of how many
Times I have tried.
I am me
I am myself
I am a blank canvas
Awaiting the decorations to adorn.
The decorations that I choose
For only I can decide
Who I am.
YOU ARE READING
K47 Poetry Book
PoetryJust.. All of my poems. Put into one place where I can share them without typing them up constantly. Please don't copy any of these, as I worked hard on them. Thank you. Note: If there is a writing where the title has asterisks (*) around it, READ A...
