(so as not to float too high above the ground)
would that i could articulate how dif
ficult it’s been, this endless cycle of
trying to climb out of this mess of losing
everything, the cruelty of people to
whom i was once devoted and in whom i believed
and with such effort came to call my people.
perhaps as opposed to the people who released me
into this world misunderstood, or even worse, believed
in me less, or took the blame for my supposed lessness,
called me twisted and hell-bent or -bound, even as i
grew prouder and better and worked harder to be the
best. the more i believe in humanity and friendships
and agape or romantic love, the more i get proven wrong,
so why, in times like this, do i persist? i say, just because.
into this world misunderstood, or even worse, believed
in me less, or took the blame for my supposed lessness,
called me twisted and hell-bent or -bound, even as i
grew prouder and better and worked harder to be the
best. the more i believe in humanity and friendships
and agape or romantic love, the more i get proven wrong,
so why, in times like this, do i persist? i say, just because.
