My mood is like a
Sky full of thunderous clouds
Dripping rain sadly
My mood is like a
Sky full of thunderous clouds
Dripping rain sadly
Growing up when I was younger, I was raised in a very homophobic, transphobic family. I was taught that being anywhere on the LGBTQ spectrum was evil and would send you to hell.
How ironic is it
That you don’t see this comin’
That you won’t be able
To wrap your head around this
But I don’t want
To speak
To see
To hear you anymore
And how ironic is it
A million voices
Flood my head
Their vile words
Echoing
A million voices
Condemn my actions
Telling me
I’m not enough
A million voices
Repeat their words
Their words which
Cut so deep
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