growing up gay.
years have gone by,
through it all i've always been your favorite.
yet as the years passed by,
i couldn't help but to feel less loved.
because the idea of me,
in your head isn't who i truly am.
you see my mind feels like hell,
i never wanted to disappoint you.
guilt has it's cold hands,
wrapped around my throat.
and you, you're clueless.
my dear father...
i am broken, hurt, lost.
and i just want you to accept me.
-o.r
———
hi thank you for 1k reads on this mess of poems i post. i haven't posted in such a long time. quarantine has definitely taken its toll on my writing. but i just wanted to come on here and say, i am always here for anyone who needs advice or just an outlet to express their feelings. i also wanted to talk about the problems in our current world. black lives matter!! black lives are beautiful!! black lives are important!! i may not be black but i stand with you <3 i will always use what ever small platform i have to speak out and spread awareness. i hope you enjoyed this poem and my past ones as well. thank you for reading. -o.r
YOU ARE READING
A Teenage Mind
PoetryThis book is the journey of a teenager. Most of us look past the things we go through. But i'm here to show you that, those moments are what make you, you. This book was created to showcase my mind and thoughts as a current teenager. It was made to...
