I've acknowledged the parts of me that were different
But I've never came to terms with these parts of myself
I've never came to terms with what I liked
Female
I've never came to terms with it because excepted runs thin in this town
and just like a bin,
anybody that doesn't fit
this bubble of perfection is tossedbut maybe,
fitting in this towns bubble of perfection,
won't be a lossbecause isn't being different
supposed to be a good thing?Now most people would say yes,
but in my situation
getting found out
might mean getting knocked out,so now answer;
is being different a really good thing?
YOU ARE READING
Spilt
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I wrote about my life thus far I'm basically just spilling all my beans