It was never just one side or another,
It was never just black or white.
It was not even a choice I made,
Don't let the status quo blur your sight.
Look clearly because there's a ray of red,
a flag of orange and a flag of yellow.
There's even a pinch of green, blue hiding in the shadow,
and a purple peeking through the window.
There is so much more to me than a label,
why does your soul drown itself in denial?
Have I wronged you, let you down,
Do you think that I'm a criminal?
Why do you reject the truth--
when it's laid right before your very eyes?
Why must you make me feel damned,
driving to make me live in disguise?
Why would you force me out of my comfort shell,
only to turn your back from the human I am?
Why does anyone have to be blamed
for what you think "I've become"?
Why?
YOU ARE READING
Cauldron of anxiety and fears
Non-FictionPreviously the Cauldron of anxiety and fears. Instead of a rubbish bin for all of my rants and despair, I figured I'd make this a collection of random things I made trying to overpower my inner demons. So yeah, basically still a rubbish bin.
