Cradle to grave we are given names but they never fit they are always to small for are big ideas.
I'M
A Faggot...
A red skin...
A mistake...
Ugly...
You will never see the true me
The one who can't be defined
The one who's broken but so very strong
The one who knows love and anger and pain.
The one with regrets and hope.
You will never know that me though because a faggot or red skin is all you ever see so that all you ever know.
YOU ARE READING
If I asked for help...
PoesieTrigger warning Some sad poems I wrote I suck at titles All the pictures are mine
