Call it odd
Call it sinful
But I say lost
All of the mainstream are angry
"Get your shit together!"
But the real question is
Who am I
Where am I
On this Spectrum?
Have I been wearing the wrong pronouns this long?
They're risking it all with their ready embraces and pride flags
Which way should I go?
It seems either tongue is ready to damn me
Call it fake
Call it weak
But I say confused
Am I this or that?
Is there a mid ground through this bedlam?
Call me what you need
It won't stop the words you speak
Or what I believe
Really I just want people to see
That I need a label, for me
YOU ARE READING
Fight Your Demons
PoetryPoetry from an angry boy, too scared to be a man A paper heart and an incarcerated mind Caged words and a broken tongue The words spilt in the night This is the absence of light, the expired fight All the demons come to take him away In hopes he w...
