As each world ties me to the next, and continuous struggles call my name,
The earth I run to for an escape digs up each hole, placing me there,
Leading to every individual filling their heads with doubt in regards to my name, what I stand for, along with my worth and decency,
The desire to stand my ground, the desire to defend my breath takes off,
Could these rumours be true?
Could I be oblivious to the hideous deeds I have participated in?
Will a public apology do?
If not for my pride, but will it do?
An apology, one for being myself,
A deadly sin, as one fails to stand the sight of me and my desire to have you, along with everyone else has each being loving me in the dark, loving me in silence,
Regardless of living for the hope of it all, regardless of stealing every valued part each individual consists of in an attempt to beautify myself.
