Society,
More like gravity,
For those that're pretty but not kind.
They don't realize they can still have a mind.
We can't change our looks,
Or the traits that we lack.
And we certainly won't change the way that we act.
But there's no reason for these attacks.
You just push people to the tracks,
And they run for miles.
They starve for days.
They're losing themselves to gain social grace.
And all they can do is put on a brave face.
They don't realize there'll be hell to pay.
Someone will notice in a matter of days.
And they'll watch you try to save face.
Because you think it's better than your outcast pain.
YOU ARE READING
Mistaken
PoetryA book of poems about the LGBT, depression, selfharm, suicide, freedom, and society.
