I was taught some things were wrong.
I was told people were mistaken.
I was a menace with a different opinion.
I shouldn't have think that. The truth was clear.
And yet, yet it never felt right.
Yet I knew there was more than that.
I knew I was different.
I never fit in, always questioned what I was told.
I questioned everything.
And I disagreed. So much.
And they knew.
We fought so much.
Love is an interesting thing.
Can you love someone,
even when they are wrong?
When they are so, so wrong, it makes your stomach churn?
Your blood boil? Your eyes burn?
'Cause how can they love you
if they don't understand you?
How can you love them when you know if they knew,
if they found out, things might be different?
How can you love someone
if you have to be scared that they might not love
you?
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Poems for my thoughts
PoesiaMy literature teacher told me I was talented and that my voice should be heard, so here I am. This is a way I can share my feelings and feel heard. Enjoy! If you like it please leave a comment or send me a message! All rights are reserved, do NOT sh...
