What's the point of writing if I can't express how I feel?
You say my sad words bring you down well imagine actually feeling those words and living them then come complain to me unless that's the case stay away from me
You say my views of the world is wrong and will bring flames upon me but tell me this would you feel comfortable in a place they shun so many people exactly like you You claim holding her hand makes you uncomfortable but how do you think we feel knowing in 13 states our love is "unholy"
You say my clothes have too many holes and show too much skin but can't they understand for once wearing those things I feel pretty so why should I change just because you can not control your hormones
So if I can't write how I feel I'm not sure I want to write at all, for heavens sakes someone needs to speak out loud
YOU ARE READING
teenage fools
PoetryI write poetry about life, death, love, hurt, depression, and basically everything.
