I wanna talk to ppl but the only thing i have is a trauma filled past.
I've been trying to learn how to be a good person.
But i still have thoughts of hurting people
I don't want your attention
It not your eyes that i seek
I want you acceptance
Told so long i am not what you want.
I don't want to stand out.
I want to be "normal"
But I'm different I'm strange.
You'll always be able to pick me out of a crowd.
But it seems my sad attempts to be part of the crowd to be one of the people.
Just seem to make me the center of attention.
I don't want you eyes.
Eyes full of judgment
I want to be like you
I want to be seen as your equal.
YOU ARE READING
poem's from the bathroom stall
PoesíaA poetry book A collection of feelings written by a non-binary abuse survivor. A combination of the trauma and moving forward, both joyful parts and not so happy parts. This collection contains 30 poems and the author is now working on "Poetry is...
