So where do they?

The inexplicable feeling of wanting to be open about your identity, and not quite accepting of it, either. I hate this. 

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To never assume

Never presume

That we're in the stage

To whisk away

Our wildest dreams

With a thousand suns

My heart beams

It doesn't know where to land

A minimal touch on the hand

However colourfully harmonic

Could be strictly platonic

And I'm left stranded, hopelessly among it

An extraordinary tug on your insides to cry and scream and bottle it up in rosy glass. 

Maybe I'll never get my Disney reveries

A sparkling, transparent identity

The clock is tick-tick-ticking

And I'm never even closer to winning

Tick-tick.

My feelings don't make sense

Yet for everyone else

They do

So why are my emotions so immense,

When everything else feels doomed?

Tick-tick.

I could love my rainbow

(I f**king bleed colour)

All green and blue and pink

No one has to know

How differently I think

Colour was always meant to be a mess. 

Told to not come out

The straights never did

Then why can't anything work out,

Like I'm not mature, just a kid...

So when I look at my friend,

Then why do I feel like it's the end?

Because who knew a future could be crowded,

[With light and darkness]

Don't know which to fight for anymore,

But I must be worth more. 

Anything. 

Friendships guide the coasts, and love crashes against it. 

Maybe I won't go to hell

But I've got nothing to sell

So don't place your blame

On something you can never attain

But I'll see you in hell, anyways. 

Maybe I'm just broken pieces falling into space

Sew me up before it's too late

I'm covered in invisible pins

Dolly eyes, plastic skin

I'm human. I'm human. I'm human. 

I've realized that the moon doesn't watch over me

The dark isn't comfortable when you can't see

And I'm tired of breaking when the moon is my enemy

Because I can't have another enemy 

Human.  

The world was always too violent. 

But I was never known to be silent

And I've always fell too hard

To erase and restart

This was never the end for me. 

Don't call me confused

Maybe I always was

But I've never been confused

That LOVE IS LOVE. 

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I'm sorry. This poem was a little messy, but it just felt good to vent. I feel like I can't breathe sometimes. Nothing and everything feels right. One moment I need a label, the next screw it. And I think this is for everyone, too. We shouldn't shun those who are still figuring out their identity. We need to support them, talk with them, not sit idly by while their world blurs beneath their tears. 

Not going to go into anything more, because this is still a public space, but this should be talked about more. This needs to be talked about more. 

Life's not always clear. 

All the love and support to those who identify with the queer community and all of my lovely allies. You're all my heroes. 

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Note about the art:

I liked this piece in particular because - 

1) The character here, at first glance, seems ethereal. It's a gorgeous art. But a look closer and they look more trapped. Surrounded by beauty and yet claustrophobic. 

2) Mermaids, in myths, are just meant to be that. And in myths, they're that, too. A story told to sailors to ease their minds, before they're yanked into the seas. But what about the mermaid's perspective, told they're a myth before they can even show their glittering fins.