I don't go to your house.
It's because I'm scared.
I'm scared of the enclosing walls
That make me feel like I'm in a
Prison cell.
I'm scared of the prisoner in the corner
I'm scared of his piercing stares
I'm scared of the violent thought bubble above his head
I'm scared he'll beat me
When no one's looking.
I'm scared he'll break bones in my body
And blind me so I can't see the truth-
I can't see him right in front of me.
I can't see you right in front of me.
So I'm going to avoid prison
At all costs.
In your eyes, this makes me
A criminal.
But I think I'm just
Surviving.
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My Voice Through Poetry
PoetryDepressed + gay = poetry 🤯 ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: including (but not limited to) self-harm, abuse, mental hospitals, eating disorders, and suicide.
