Rainbow-
Why am I the one that no one likes?
Why am I the one that the call the ugly dyke?
Why do I cry so much before I go to sleep?
Why do I think of myself as a ugly freak?
I like girls and boys but i don't know why, maybe its just a faze that ill grow out of that maybe why.
But when i got older it got worse, i grew out of guys whoa thats a first.
I dressed like a boy when i went to school, it mad girls like me and not look like a fool.
I thought i was the only one with these feeling, but it turns out the girl i liked had the same feelings.
Im outstanding and wonderful, those remarks you made made me stronger and to do better.
Im proud of myself for the way i handled, i could be dead with no life but this girl i love help me rethink and change my life.
you can think what you want and say what you want, either way I'm proud of who i am today.
-Noelle Burchfield
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Honest Poetry
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