Why can't you acceptt me?
No, I'm not like you and I never will be.
Why can't you just let me be me?
I'm not gonna be your little puppet anymore.
What's wrong with the color black?
It's my opinion, not yours.
What's wrong with the music I love?
Try listening to the meaning, not the screaming.
What's wrong with my clothing choices?
No, I don't like dresses. My apologies.
What's wrong with my attitude?
Just because I make you see the reality of things doesn't make my attitude bad.
What's wrong with my language?
You cuss too so you have no room to talk.
What's wrong with me?
Well, apparently everything in your mind.
YOU ARE READING
Blurbs of Thoughts
Poésiei'm not sure what this is, but i hope it's something, for someone. i write for you, and only you, whoever you may be.
