The title says it all
This world isn't for me
I've always struggled to
Find meaning
And understand why
I went through
The suffering I did
People say I'm crazy
But I think I'm more
Logical than most
My one and only
Mother doesn't want me
My father doesn't either
He acts like I'm a burden
To him
And then he wonders why
I don't feel like talking to him
Freedom isn't free, they say
I can testify its not
Because I've yet
To find Freedom
In my woes
A bird can't fly
When its weighed down
With large stones
Attached to his wings
He tries to fight, to flee,
He yearns to be free
But unfortunately
That's not how the world is
I just don't get all this shit
Why do I have to look a
Certain way
Dress a
Certain way
Speak a
Certain way
Have my hair
A certain way
Act a
Certain way
I've got a dollar in
My pocket
It's burning a hole
In my wallet
It's not really because
I need to spend it
It's because it's been lit
On fire, and
Through so much shit
I've said it once
I'll say it again
This world isn't for me
That dollar in my pocket
Ain't gonna get me far
But at least it its been
With me through thick
And thin
I'm counting on my hand
My number of sins
Mental illness has become
The new trend
Throw a party, they said
You're queer, they said
But that's not how the
World works
That's not how my
Mind works
Because for every year
I've got more baggage
Than the TSA
Because they flay
Me
Oh why
Can't they see
The pain in my eyes
And in my heart
They say, life's a work of art
But I've yet to find a masterpiece
In the sky, in the night, in the day,
Or anywhere else in between
This world's not for me
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A Journey Through My Soul
PoetryThis is a collection of short poems I wrote. Please be aware that some contain sexual content, and as well as descriptions of depression that might trigger some people .