Often I wonder
am I loved?
Do my parents say they love me
only because they created me?
Do my siblings say they love me
only because they feel obligated to?
Am I only tolerated by my friends
out of pity
or disgust?
I do not know.
But I hope
I pray
that someone
out there
really does love me.
Author's Note: yeah, I was feeling a little despressed when I wrote this! Sometimes, especially when my parents and/or sister are being especially hateful towards the LGBTQ+ community, I feel like they don't actually love me. Maybe it's true.
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Poetry from my Soul
PoetryPoems (mostly free verse) that I write when I feel that I should. Thanks to @BrandonMull_Lover (https://www.wattpad.com/user/BrandonMull_Lover) for the inspiration. I try to update on a semi-daily basis. The chapter header photos are a photo of the...
