A poem that I wrote when I was struggling with my sexuality
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As I sit and write, try to put down in words.I look outside at the state of the world.I have nothing to say, nothing positive to comment.As were choked and drowned by man-made torment.Running out of ideas so we break and tear, all of our insecurit
Mom, Why is my sexuality wrong? Mom, Why don't I want to mate? Mom, Am I a failure? Mom, Why do I have to try it to know I don't want it? Mom, What's wrong with me? Mom,
Hey you. Yeah, I mean you. Mind if I rant to you a bit? I know it’s weird of me to ask this,but I need to rant to anyone at this point.
You say you'll wait for me you get it I'm nervous I'm scared It's my first time I think it's so sweet when you tell me you want to wait as long as I need But behind closed doors
Mom dad I need to tell you something I am a bi...cycle ya a bicycle
F – Is for the flames, there’s nobody to be blamed I – Is for the idiots who deep down think it’s scientific