discouraged
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Once upon a time I knew who I was
I thrived and flew like any bird does
I drank Earth’s air with water coursed veins
I was high above the sludge filled drains.
Darkness circles the area of the box I'm in!
Them, they only see me standing there in glory, open space, with a smile as bright as sin,
I'll explain, and I'll try not to weep as I speak.
But please listen, and don't ridicule me.
Things occur for a reason just like the transitions in every season.
The love I have for Him has sprouted up, and will not wilt.
There was once a time for men like me,
Now I am sitting on a lonely oak bench,
outside a gothic cathedral,
Take a second to breathe, to listen.
To hear the laughing and the whispering.
I get it, we all do, it's old news.
I'm gay, yes it's true.
Yet you don't understand, acting rude and all whack.
First day of high school, I wore a dress to impress and I guess I was subjective to the people that I messed with, but it didn't stop there. People were staring at the waistline of my elastic that made me look fat.
You promised a chance
A moment to prove,
To leave all out on the court
There is nothing to lose.
Yet alone here I sit
Observing, lightheaded, voice sore,
The encouragement failing
