embarrassment.
the one thing that can tear me down
until i can know longer
stand up and feel comfortable
im my own skin.
the one thing that causes me
to cry myself to sleep
night after night
because im not the perfect
little girl you hoped for.
the one thing that makes me
feel like i cant be who i am
because who i am isnt who
you want me to be.
the one thing that crushes
my confidence into little pieces
and blows it all away—
im nothing but a self-conscious
shell now.
im gay and youre
not okay with it, no
matter how many times you say
you are.
i guess acceptance isnt
really your forte.
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why cant you just love me for who i am
