They ask me 'bout my fears,
But there is only one.
They ask me 'bout the scars,
But they know where they came from.
They ask me 'bout my life,
Tell them I don't have one.
They tell me I need help,
They really have no clue.
Why'd you do this,
Why'd you do that?
Tell them and they stick a knife in my back.
Can't keep a faith,
Friend,
Or foe.
Atheist,
Yeah,
Sure,
Maybe,
No.
Not sure of my beliefs,
Maybe one day soon I'll know.
Until then, though,
Don't speak to me 'bout yours.
I couldn't care less,
It won't impact my life.
No reason that it should,
You see, I know all my rights.
Freedom of religion,
'Cause no one's the same,
Right?
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Mistaken
PoesíaA book of poems about the LGBT, depression, selfharm, suicide, freedom, and society.
