Indifferent

I wrote this poem when I was in secondary school. It is written in a context that presumes one was bullIied for being a member of the lgbt community.

Every night I lay silently, tears violently caressing my soft velvet cheeks
Fear oppressing the truth in such harsh deniability of reality,
That such love could not be portrayed without judgement
By those who refuse to acknowledge the simplicity of morality

The endless stream of ominous comments in the corridors
The 'secret' jolts against the walls whilst awaiting the arrival of the protector
And abundant lies to protect they who obliterated any possibility of a contented education
Yet it was never enough for those who always anticipate more

Each day a new chapter in this incessant discrimination for sinfully being different
Conscious of the possibility that I was straightforwardly as normal as any other adolescent who entered this prison like edifice,
With hundreds of testosterone filled entities.
Surely I couldn't be the only individual who was being unnecessarily demented

Reviews

[E. T.]

I love this. Your words weave this story together beautifully, and capture the feelings of being bullied and ostracized for being different so well. I can really relate to the feelings put down here; this poem really hit home for me.

[Christopher McCormick]

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