𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔
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Sometimes I remember
That the people I knew before
Are perceiving me wrong
And the people I know now
Are perceiving me wrong
And even I don't know myself
The reflection in the mirror
A cruel twist of fate
The reflection in your eyes
A dagger to my heart
They decided I was sick
Before they even got to know me
And I've been irredeemable ever since
Empty, broken, leaking sadness in the gaps
My own heart bleeding onto the carpet
They hurl hate at me
A hate I'll hold for all my life
The kind of thing you can't recover from
Even when you grow old
And even when you start to forget
You won't forget this
When I stood on the street
Surrounded by people I knew understood
My heart broke under the weight
Because even that man perceived me wrong
Surrounded by a community that felt right
I felt that I'd never find joy
What a horrible thing to feel, so alone
My hands start to shake
Curling them into fists
Wishing for a better future for us
Where people will see the truth
And will love us for who we are
Where we will love ourselves
And it won't be so illegal anymore.
YOU ARE READING
impermanence
Poetry[ impermanence ] • noun - the state or fact of lasting for only a limited period of time ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ➸ 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭/𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬
