Simply

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Its what they said,

why can't you see?

This poem is simply about little old me.

I went to Church, trying to be what they wanted me to be.

but, that's not exactly the right entity.

I prayed at night, trying to let go

of all the things they said were sins.

,but that's not what happened either.

I fell for the girl.

They said I was condemned to go to hell.

but why is it so wrong to love someone?

What if they make you happy?

What if they make you smile?


What if they'd walk a mile, just for you?

to them, it was as if a sickness had consumed me.

They said they'd pray for me,.....

but I simply don't understand!

Why is there so much at stake in my hands?

I cried, and tried to process everything,

but it did nothing.

Why can't I love her like you love him?

Why are you making me feel so damned grim?

I want to be free, to love who I want to love

and be free to be me.

But I guess I can't...

and that's the way it has to be.

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