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Sometimes, I just can't stop being myself. I try not too, because I hate being alone, when you left me I cried more than spring to grow flowers. I hate when they tell me who I am is wrong, that god hates me when I just can't help it, when they say those things I wonder if god is supposed to hate the very beings he created? And if he is, why did he choose us? We did nothing wrong, but try to tell everyone who we are is something we can never change. So I try not to be myself, but I can't change when I know I love her.
They told me my hair was wrong, it looked nothing like theirs. In my sorrow and shame, I pulled and cut away. I destroyed what part I had left of myself, I killed my hope, and killed myself.
I wish you hadn't died.
Life won't go my way.
I'll always look down, away from your eyes to see, I can't stand the way you judge me for what I can't help, and try to force me to leave this world when I have every right to be here as well. Even if I try to tell that to them, they'll lock me away anyway.
I can hear myself in silence..
