Y'know, instead of saying how my hair looks messy or stupid,
Maybe you should be proud that I have the guts to stand up against the cookie cutter society
And be my self
Yes, my hair is a mess, but
So it my soul. And it's a beautiful mess that makes me who I am. I'm sorry I can't be another ******* cut out product of society.

Come
Gravitate towards me my love,
Fill in what has been lost
A hole in my heart (about the size of a fist)
From the previous love-hate relationships I've had
From the wars I had,
To the utmost victory of a fresh
Relationship
To the pains of surrendering to a break up.
I always swear this war will be my last
Let's keep that true.

I feel as though I'm watching from a screen,
The comedies that pass me by that turn into tragedies,
The sheep who comform to what's hot,
And those who try to be unique,
But I'm just here,
Watching,
Waiting for something to happen.

I have a slight waddle to my walk,
And a slight trip too,
Which has been more of a negative on social standing,
Especially in elementary school all those years ago,
Where we expect people to be perfect.
How did that carry into adulthood,
And why?
Should we not judge,
Based on personality and character,
Rather that how you look,
Or who you love?

Some may ask why I have pride in myself,
Pride in my sexuality,
Pride in my gender identity,

My pride come from deep within, from cracks in my brain,
That some may not have.
It comes from the sense that,
You know,
I am  strong enough to get over every ****** who told me I'm going to hell.
It burns in my soul,
My passion,
And my work,
And I **** well will never change.

The words buzz,
Like Wasps in my ears,
That I can never seem to get rid of,
"You did this to him,
It's your fault."

But I couldn't do anything,
I watched from my seat,
As it played out on the big screen,
Every pill,
Every attempt,
Until he finally got it right,

Laying there,
In front of the school building,
He had jumped to his grave.

Oh how I miss the days,
Back when renting a movie was something of a special occasion for us.
We'd all look for what we wanted to watch,
And cram around the tv for a family movie night.

Gone are the days when the whole family was around,
The days when I could wrap myself in a blanket and watch cartoons,
Not worrying about grades or who was popular.
A sadness that has become families over the years,
That was not there in my childhood days.
Oh, what I would do to go back.