Why Don't I Write You A Poem

What Did You Think This Is?

I don't mean to diss your words,
But should I say these once again?
This isn't shattered glass and,
It can't be fixed with needle and thread.
This can't be fabricated at will,
Hardly words can wear it thin.
This isn't invisible, but I swear it does exist!
This can't be scarred or chipped away,
It's not solid or alive.
But it follows me around,
I swear, I'll lose my mind!
I have one voice in my head,
You'll hear it talk and sing.
It tells what to wear and,
Tells me what to bring.
But it tells me dirty things,
It does.
I hide in bathroom stalls
While the liquid runs down my legs
Until I'm beaten raw.
It's not murder nor fantasy.
No one can get arrested,
It's not real, but it is.
It's not real, but it is.
I'll say it once more;
This isn't real but I swear to you it is!
I'm afraid I'll pass it on to
My own unknowing kids!
They won't paint pretty pictures on a canvas or a wall!
They'll learn just like mommy
What's the best color of them all.
They'll hide their new tattoos from mommy and daddy,
And I'll have to play pretend as if I know it isn't happening!
What I've gifted to my children, a curse for generations.
I will not let this go while I still have respiration!
This isn't tangible by any means but
It'll kill you soon enough.
I'll count the headstones of my kin,
Knowing living is this tough!
So gather all your families,
Your fathers and your sons.
Tell your precious little girls
They aren't the only ones.
The sky isn't blue to
Mock their wretched feelings.
Hang these posters on your walls,
Not your body from the ceiling!
Tell your mother she's alive.
So am I,
We'll be just fine.
Tell everyone you know and love
That everyone can see,
Some people are just blind.