Who am I when people stare and judge me from a distance?
Who am I when my parents don't trust and support me.
Who am I when my friends turn to fakes when I tell them what I want to be.
Who am I when classmates insult and harass me all the time.
I simply wanted to be accepted for who I am but every way and path I turned, people judged and made fun of my life choices. But I guess society shaped who I wanted to be to someone who I no longer recognize.
YOU ARE READING
It hurts to be Me
PoetryYou ever read poetry that's so deep and relatable you save it. No. Okay, that's only me. Anyways this book has poems that will leave you thinking for a while. Know that once you read these poems told in my story, you won't be able to stop.
