Scribble

Stinging Fear It’s the fear that hurts you The sting when you realize the truth The time passing by when you see The hell you’ve seemed to drop into You might be loved, wanted and praised What if they knew the real you What then Would you be hated, disgusting and threatened? If I screamed my love out for what I believed in People would begin to judge me Not knowing who I was Not knowing what I do for fun Not knowing what I dreamed to be Not hearing me laugh Not seeing me cry Being afraid of who you are Being cautious of the people around you Brings you back down further than you’d like I’ll never be free of fear Because people will never accept me for me People can’t see what I see People don’t love what I love Nothing will be how I want it to be Just because of my own God Because he doesn’t have his own set of rules Except only this, to never harm another But what God is that? To not wish upon you to save others To not tell you to create war in his name To not push you to pray To not ...

What's Wrong with Him? I need a place to escape A place where I could be anyone Not just what I’ve made my life out to be I need a place where I connect To the people all around me I need to feel the happiness The closeness of brothers and sisters Not judging me on what I love What I can do What I don’t do I need to listen to the words that I believe in I need to hear the voices of others Surrounding me in unity Never-ending and forever accepting My choices and my beliefs I couldn’t stand it anymore When I saw them all laughing As they held hands and sang Since I knew that I could never be For what I know What I love Is hated Is killed I’m here without them I dream of living life With the feeling of knowing I’m ok That what I think isn’t wrong to believe But as I write these words This thought becomes a dream Never to be real Never to become a truth Spoken among the heroes of this earth Just because my God doesn’t fit in Doesn’t work with everyone else’s opinions Of the perfect wor...