I'm bleeding, not blood but tears,
I use them to shed my fears.
My sorrow is hidden, no one can see,
if you saw, what would you think of me?
Rejected by society,
Conformity is there only priority.
I can't live up to your standards, what does that make me?
You frown on my abnormality,
constantly challenging me,
I can't be what you want me to be.
Flattened by the weight of my responsiblity,
Stressed by the pressure you put on me,
Why must I be the way you want me to be?
Accept my difference, please, accept me.
Devin McKeever
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-m-bleeding/
