Love comes in all shapes and forms

But it's hard to say with all these norms


There's a wall built up so high

That separates my love and I


You're scared to be different, so you fret

And if you speak you know you'll be put at rest


I cried under the rusted showerhead

Scared of the times ahead


This poem is about: 
Our world


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