the expression of who I am
is taken away by the overwhelming fact
that I'm "male"
that I'm not following what "God" wants
that I just don't exist
but then
the realization turns
and the more they judge others
the more of what's really said and mentioned
is forgot
and erased
just like a chalkboard
upon a classroom wall
with one swipe
the facts and basis of what religion
and what "God" wants
is lost
forgotten,
slips our minds
and then the real winner becomes
the one to not take things to heart
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 1 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife apparently wattpad limits the number of parts you can have, so I'm s...
