A poem about a girl I once knew, and her struggles of love.
“Every night before I go to sleep,
There is this special love I seek.
But every night I also realise,
That for this special love, I will be criticised.
And I don’t know how to feel,
People think I am joking about what is real.
They make jokes about love and how mine isn’t quite right,
But I deny it, and throw accusations into scene of this stary night.
What if I were to tell them, that their jokes were real,
And that my accusations were all wrong, about how i feel.
All humans do love, so do you, so do I.
Why is it such a crime, to love another gender, to be be gay, straight or bi?
Isn’t it all the same?
And as I write these exact words, my hands are shaking.
And as I write these words, my hearts protective barrier, is slowly breaking.
And tears run down my eyes.
Why? Because I know once I tell the truth, I will be despised.
“Its WRONG. Its DISGUSTING. Its just a FAD.”
“But be yourself darling, don’t let the world make you mad.”
Well, I AM GOING MAD.
Do you know how horrible it feels, to come home after a long day of pretending,
To love a guy, and that your love for him, is unending.
To know that each guy you ever “loved,” you never did.
For if I were to follow my instincts, GOD WOULD FORBID!
And Ill just tell you the truth right here, right now.
I have never loved anyone I supposedly loved.
People wonder, why I throw my relationships away, without a care.
Simply, because I was confused of who I was, didn’t want to be bare.
I didn’t want to admit to myself, and want others to know,
That my “love” was just a show.
Kind of sad I suppose.
Im just caught in this tricky web called “society.”
I know people will call me names, and friends will be lost.
Because I followed my love. All will come at a cost.
I always lie, lie, lie…
But people never notice, never asked why.
Well Ill tell you the truth now.
The whole, damn, truth.
I don’t love boys, I love girls. Accept it or not. “