Iris

A stark and sour contradiction

an insult to she, whom i love

i shouldnt be such a faggot

i decorate my legs with cat scratches

too hight up for you to see

a stark contradiction to my sanity

which is just what i want you to see

if you truly knew

how unruly i can be

you'd see the amount that i key

into my thighs

so humaness leaves me

a breif second of peace

i get to see

 

yet only she knows this

because only she loves me

more of a sister than blood

more like my family

a revalation but dont be deceived

becuse when you are

it only hurts me

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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