How is it that I'm always caught in between these two worlds?
Being called disgusting by the people that I call my family.
On the borderline of homosexuality.
Discrimination for being bisexual.
Falling for the girls that are straight.
Falling for the guys who couldn't keep up.
Being looked down upon from the start.
Being a wayward child, that the girls kept their distance from.
Being called a tomboy.
From the start everyone determined my sexuality.
And what's this everyone is calling religion?
God has never been in my favor.
Faith in God forced upon me.
Losing my way from the path I was supposed to walk.
And the steady scorcher of the people around me.
Having to say I was joking to my sister when I say I'm bisexual.
Having to pile up lie after lie.
Given myself a distorted image of who I was as a child.
People who said God loves all of his children.
Even though they were the people I was hiding myself from.
So who are you to judge the people who have come undone?
And yes, people say "creative minds can't break, but they didn't now I was already broken (Hatsune Miku)".
And yes, my poetry shows who I am.
Something I was never able to show the world.
Not even the person I thought I could trust the most, was I able to confide in.
Me (M): I got rejected by this girl I asked out today.
Sister (S): What? You mean a guy right not girl?
M: No I meant girl, I asked this girl out.
S: What the fuck! You fucken bitch you're disgusting! Get the fuck away from me! I'm going to tell your fucken parents you bitch!
M: Hahaha .... I was joking you idiot.
S: You better be joking you little bitch.
M: Okay.
No acceptance from home.
No Acceptance in some parts of society.
And how is it that I couldn't find my place?
Even know people don't accept it.
But who are they to judge?
We have all come equipped with our own flaws.
And yes, my emotional state is unstable at times,
With the breakdowns, with the depression, and with the self harm.
But I won't let anyone define who I am, or who I am meant to be.
All along I have been looking for the acceptance of people.
I was alone for so long due to not being able to accept myself.
I was never able to see who I was.
And if you ask who or what I am and don't accept it,
Who am I to care what your opinion about me is.
I will be me, and I won't let the chains, and the shackles of religion and unacceptance keep me imprisoned.