I am human
I hurt
I cry
Cant' you hear it?
My heart breaking from the words that you speak
I know you won't stand up for me
I know you won't fight
Because you do not care for what I do
For what I am
For what I feel
For what I go through
You just blame me
Saying: "It was your choice to be this way."
Yes I am gay
I have a heart
It breaks from your words
I wish that you would stand up for me
But you won't ..
Thanks dad
From all of us,
The un-normal.
Every Time With The Same Brush by CloudNumber8, literature
Literature
Every Time With The Same Brush
Every time with the same brush
This girl paints so many strokes
Each one speaking of emotions
Louder than the words she wrote
So where does the magic lie,
Allowing this girl's mood to swing?
Is it in the paint or the colours,
The feeling of release it brings?
She lets go of those emotions
That are too painful to express
The open ear of a loved one
Now an empty white canvas
Cathartic is the process
With her dainty little strokes
Thick layers of paint will take us
To land's nobody else knows
Now she paints with love for us
And happiness in her heart
The trees, the flowers, the sunset
The smiles, the eyes, the stars
Every tim