Pressure

 

 

 

 

 

I'm sorry that my hair and skin are tainted black,
My hair isn't blonde enough to blend right in.
I apologize my piercings are so taboo,
Too many holes to please society.
Forgive me for my ideas are absurd,
Normality can never be my style.

Once again I brace for the attack,
Waiting for the end before it even begins.
Searching through lies for what's true,
To determine what's "meant to be."
Another voice gone unheard,
For society's pressure has gone hostile.

Different

Anger builds up inside of me
Turning into all I can be
Ignorant lies start to burn
But people never seem to learn
Categories seem to bound
So the truth will never be found
Living by words that have control
Turning blind to what's in the soul
Love is love unless the same
Then it's nothing but a game
They say our hearts are in the wrong
and that we will never be belong
The word Different gives them fear
Causing us every single tear
The choice was never ours to choose
The way we are will make us lose

~Bisexuality~