The days pass by as I try to forget you,
remind me, why did I ever date you.
Where do I start? You're a dead beat at heart.
You threaten me but I bet you'll beckon me after you falter,
I would knock you out if I could but that would come to no good.
Positive and proud I stand out loud with my peace beside me,
love and light with all my might,
I may forgive but never will I forget.
How your mean words give me laughter, they'll be pointless after.
Don't tell me I have no future as I certainly won't with you.
Don't tell me how to use my body, it's definitely not for you.
Don't tell me you love us 'cause that ain't true.
They're my blood too.
So to you princess, boohoo.
I'm not sorry for you.
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A Glaring Omission
I made peace with being cast out by others pretty early in life. As lonely as it may sound, I don’t recall many times during childhood when those actions affected me any longer than a moment or two. Being deemed the weird/gay/weird gay freak by everyone from neighborhood kids to blood relatives allowed me the privilege of sneaking away whenever I pleased to dive deeper into hobbies that molded the proud pop culture geek and writer I am today.
By Jonathan Apollo3 days ago in Psyche
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