I am made of friendship and family
of comedy and tragedy
of love and loss
of heartbreak from my own actions
of expecting too much to only receive disappointment
of finding my pieces to build my castle of glass, only to have a pebble shatter my walls again
I'm made of discoveries well overthought
of struggling with acceptance of homosexuality
of finally being able to breathe after years of pain
I'm made of mental illness that plagues my everyday while no one sees the real me
of feeling alone and loveless while I'm blind to others
of wanting so desperately to change a hopeless world by defying societal standards
I'm made of believing that no one will love me the way I so desperately desire to be loved
I'm of finding solace in the fictional worlds within my head
of the music pulsing from my ears to my veins
of realizing that there' s more to life than what's in front of me
of having faith that somehow I'll be okay
I'm made of an accepted independence and individuality because of the things that could have killed me, but seemed to just distract me from what's important
Most importantly, though,
I'm made of me
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The Reveal of Me
RandomThis is a collection of some of my works of poetry and thoughts. Some are good, some are bad, some are romance, and some are dark. All are my opinions, however, so read at your own discretion. Be warned, there is also some cursing, therefore the sto...
