Just A Random Selection Of Poems

the truth

A boy.
Small.
Happy.
Is now broken inside
Because you have told him who he needs to be.

He looks in the mirror and he doesn't like what he sees.
He cries and cries
But every time you come near
The thoughts begin

They tell him that he doesn't belong
that he shouldn't dress that way
That even though they love him they hate him at the same time

He's a nightmare
Breaking glass so maybe he could see something besides himself shatter
Hoping it'll make him feel like he really does matter.

A boy.
Sad.
Alone.
Has now found some source of happiness.
And that happiness is you.

You with the brown hair.
The brown eyes.
The crooked teeth
And shiny braces.

You who has shown him what it's really like to be seen.
To be loved.
To know how to love.
And he is now alive in this world full of color.