I wish I want aroace
And I know everybody wishes they were somebody else
But I can't keep running this endless race
My lungs are burning, my legs are tired, my feet are sore
I simply can't do this anymore.
Ace, I could handle
Throw in aro and all of the sudden I can no longer breathe
Not because of a future husband I grieve
But because of the anger it's awakened.
My pain, anger, and aromanticism,
They are all one
And I'll gladly give the two up for the cost of one,
I wish I wasn't aromantic.
Maybe then, the anger and pain will evaporate
Maybe then my soul will cooperate
And I'll fit into society's jigsaw puzzle
Instead of being a wrong piece
Trying to cram myself in,
Only to be discarded later when the right piece is found
I'd give up being aromantic,
To get rid of the pain and anger
I'll make myself a stranger.
A stranger to me and a stranger to my soul
Two for the cost of one,
I'll reform my soul.
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RandomJust an aro ace girl with a lot of emotions. Too many emotions apparently because this is the second one I had to make, the first ones full lol. I write short stories and poems, Rants, Talk about aroace coded songs or really anything, movies, shows...
