Never wanted to never be
queer in peer. But is stick to me.
I was a bud which bloomed, in glee,
that the world would treat me dearly!
I just have the crests and troughs my way,
Destined, determined to make them sway!
The path feels rude, and the sorrow hunts its prey. (me)
Hope this dark night would turn to day.
It's worthless for else that I feel abandoned,
but I keep my tears duly sanctioned.
I let them not gallop, as if 'nothing happened!'
the attitude still, starves ill - fashioned.
But just no more options none to aid,
"be your own friend" then my conscience said.
F**ck! YOU ARE! not for attention paid,
But for your happiness and joy of which you're made.🙂🙃
And why I'm left alone?
Just to quit my comfort zone 😉(◕ᴗ◕✿)
