This time last year
I was hiding out in a corner
Of a Christmas Eve's party
Pretending to be oh so "happy"
This time last year
I chatted with family
While gripping the end of my sleeve
As I tripped over my low self esteem
This time last year
I was a hot little mess
Crying to myself
About "stupid freaking Christmas"
This time this year
Things have changed
I'm at the same Christmas Eve party
Just this time I'm not pretending anymore
YOU ARE READING
Violently Silent : Poetry
PoesíaFrom the LGBTQ+ subjects that some consider taboo to the abandonment of others because of the things we cannot control, this poetry book covers all the things you'd normally not hear about. Everyone tries to keep us quiet. And I think it's about tim...
