The Grass Is Always Greener
The stares burn my skin,
I fail to conform, becoming faded in the world.
Only one choice: follow others or be forgotten,
The ropes hold me back, forcing me to forget myself.
I feel the pressure to categorize who I am,
Labels controlling the way we act:
Sexuality, gender, and friends,
Without a choice I'll never be accepted.
I choose to separate from the conformist ideology that constricts who I am.
I choose to find the greener grass on the other side.
Copyright © Emma White | Year Posted 2016
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