When people ask me what I know if pain what will my personal answer be?
Other guys being out happy and being fun?
From my lone isolation: what will I gain?
I can hope to be those boys I see in movies.
I wanna be beautiful and handsome like them.
I want to be those guys I see on Calvin Klein magazines.
Please don't deny me.
I want a guy to admire me like I admire them.
How they see me as I see myself.
I can be those boys I see playing rough on the streets.
I walk and pass by them in hopes of being like them.
They all just stare and exchange glances.
I can never be like them; they'll never accept me.
Those boys in the drive through and drink their strawberry smoothies.
The ones with grease slicked in their hair.
Or the ones with nice jaw lines, lips, and smiles.
What will my personal answer be?
That I can never see myself as them?
They'll never accept me for who I am.
I'm all for myself.
What will my answer be?
That I'm too feminine or soft?
They don't like boys who cry like me.
My answer of pain will be that I will never know how it'll be like to be them.
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Daniel, a poem collection.
PoetryPoem collection by Marlon. I like to dedicate this book of poems to my lover, Daniel. Without him these poems or this idea couldn't be made without him. He is my light, my sun, my moon, my everything, my world. I like to thank him for helping me mak...
