The fuck am I suppose to trust
When you take advantage of my kindness
When your ignorant soul is causing blindness
When you believe this is man hood
You living in a cliche
Did it hurt when they made fun of you?
Called you a pussy a faggot
Is that the day you swore
To suffocate your emotions
To drown in your deepest of wrong devotions
To learn to not learn
To leave before it hurt
To brokenly disguise love as lust
There has to be some indication that this isn't right
You only learned how to flight not fight
Materialist objects flood your head and heart
you do not know
What it feels like when another person touches your soul.
I just hope to one day stumble
Upon a rare flower
A flower that'll grow through my core and set my insecurities aside
Strip me of my fears
A flower cultivated in love and kindness
So when I strike it with a passion that most would not understand
It will continue to grow, vibrantly.
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