Poems Of Wisdom, Wanderlust, & Love...

My Hate

I hate it.

I hate how people repeat the same thing to me over and over like a broken old record.

Just because I dress differently.

Just because I act differently.

Just because I'm not a puppet on strings, like everyone wants.

Accept myself?

When can I?

When nobody else really does.

Everyone expects me to turn tail from my decision just because it's an insane whim to them.

But I'm so tired of hiding.

I just want to be free.

Free to be myself, no judgement no fear of criticism, no fear of people.

Free.

But I'm not free.

And I'll never be.