the world is a show
that pleases whom it desires
but never,
the will of its creator

layered abstracts
contrived norms
"I just want to love"
but it burns like a sob

"why is it so hard?"
to accept my desires
to adore a man
whom i flung, far beyond

i did not mean it
I, was to scared like a cat
to connect our beats
and fight this shit show

my love is a hoax
for some.
it is sinful
to even think of.

I do not understand,
when growing up
but later on,
comprehended what it meant

a love that screams
like a poignant rainbow
is faraway accepted
on this show's utopian motif

so . . . I neglected you
cut you off,
even if you're my beat friend
while weeping inside

it feels like a torture
but, "I just want to love."
fuck this society
wanna shit this reality

But I'm just a mere human
that continues to
navigate
this clownery of a world