I hate it
I hate it.
I hate the spiders on the wall.
I hate the rain in the sky.
I hate not knowing where they crawl.
I hate saying I’m bi.
I just hate it.
Yet it doesn’t stop me
From sleeping where those spiders are.
I don’t want to flee.
Hating it and not running from it how bizare
Yet I still run from myself but not from those crawlers
I still don’t accpet my true colors
So why should others?
Posted Mar 26, 2020, 5:57 PM UTC
Its abrupt, its got quite bold imagery, I like it! Its imagery we can all relate to, and you’ve tailored that to give us a personal message we can all understand in a way.
You’ve got this!
Thx man this is one of my first (attempts at) a poem
Thats the spirit! Keep writing little bits every now and then and you’ll come across some real gems. Best if luck!