Do not control me
For I have my own free will

Do not try to explain
That a boy is a boy
And a girl is a girl
Solely because of what's in their pants

Don't tell me
that I am straight
Because I wore a dress
When I was three

I will no longer
listen to your words
Or let you mold me
To fit your broken standards

You can not control me
For I have my
Own.
Free.
Will.

A closed door with a goodbye
Is easier to accept
Than
One abruptly slamming
In your face.

I have to let him go
and accept his loss
My loss
of what could have been
But would never have

He grabbed my hand,
And whispered “run”.
I followed throughout the land,
Always having fun.

I’ll never forget his face,
Even as it will change.
He is in love with space,
And his large heart is rather strange.

My best friend was always found in him
But then he was different
Life became quite grim
I didn’t understand what he meant.

Things between us became strained
But then I realized my mistake.
I may have felt pained
But then I accepted her as not a fake.

My dearest sky,
The cradle of the unwanted star,
The darkness you always beautify,
And revealed not a single scar.

Please love me though unwanted,
See me as perfect,
Accept me for I was rejected
Be my home and never neglect.

accept your defeat
the defeat of your sanity,
your love,
your individualism.
say goodbye to your dreams
succumb to nostalgia: the only thing
that makes you feel some sort of accomplishment
congrats for growing up
congrats for molding yourself into a repetitive world
congrats on lowering yourself to become normal
congrats! you’ve made it
you have everything you’ve ever wanted besides
the future you’d aspired to gain
lose yourself to a mindless future
let your consciousness be caught in the river of societal expectations
doubt any free thought that you might have
parrot the words of those smarter than yourself
there you go
now you’re the perfect citizen
well done
on your way out,
be sure to grab a pamphlet on how to beat down
those who are different!
thank you, and have a nice day