society
I live in a society
Where anything goes
And if I don’t agree with insanity
Than I am the one insane
I am surrounded by lost people
Who claim to hold some truth
When the only truth they know
Is the one that they can’t face
Hush little child no need to cry
I don’t know if you’re a girl or a guy
And we won’t pressure you
Until you’re older
And maybe slightly bolder
I’ll bind my chest
And deepen my voice
And cut off what I want
But I’ll still feel the pain
Because I’m lost
Not different
Just lost
Don’t tell me I don’t understand
Because I’ve been there
I’ve been in that darkness
Sweet child lost and misunderstood
If I could be this
Then it would be okay
But it’s not
Because we live in a world
Where we search and we search
To find what we want
But we won’t be happy
Until we die.
Groups of young adults
Screaming and lashing
For a peace that they deserve
Yet they boggle down the peace
Of those who already have it
If you want equal treatment
Then let me speak my truth
Because I know who I am
Do you know what that means?
Sometimes following the normalaties
Means stepping away from the crowd
So lost and broken that they are jumbled
And I see from the outside
a silhouette of what could be
I want more
for you lost children
Floating from
girl to boy
Boy to girl
Girl to girl
Boy to boy
Homosexual
Pansexual
Lesbian
Bisexual
Bicurious
Polysexual
Monosexual
Allosexual
Androsexual
Asexual
Grey sexual
You are more than those words
And why have the word gender at all
If it means nothing in your eyes
If the words
Transgender
Transexual
Nonbinary
Genderfluid
Agender
Bigender
Polygender
Intergender
Mean more to you than uniqueness
Then I want nothing to do with them
I’m simply asking why
You can speak out for what you believe is right
But I can’t say a peep
Without blocking out your light
For what if my truths hold more value than you care to see?
And what if waving goodbye to what this world holds
Opens a bigger and bolder surprise
Than holding up a flag and letting it define who you are
Sometimes saying no to society
Is saying no to insanity
And I’m okay with that
So I suppose my question is
Do you know who you are
Or are you searching
And hurting those who know
Exactly who they are in the process
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