River Mae

I know they say when one door closes, another opens, but I've never been prepared on how to navigate the hallway of life... I'm so torn on what to do unfortunately.

I can't keep being the worlds therapist

Nor their emotional scapegoat as they please

I'm sorry my suffering is your tragedy

Sorry I had the courage to be... Me.

A baby boy, not quite good enough

A caring daughter not worthy of love

The prodigal son, returned home at last

Not for penance, but feelings of vengeance

So burry your son, burry him deep

And suffer not, my love to keep

Because I'm a daughter of the world

(As I am certainly not yours)

Because you've sown your hatred

Chronicles of My Unholy Existence : Perception

Oh no, they're glaring at me

Is it because I've no right to be,

Me?

-

Have they clocked me;

Seen through my facade?

Or because loving my wife;

Angers their God?

-

Is it because of my weight?

You know "good" girls aren't fat

Is it my confidence?

"You shouldn't wear that!"

-

Is it the combo of things;

Would they be okay with just one?

I want to go home now,

This is no longer fun.

-

My existence!

My persistence!

Is an abomination,

To this "great" nation!

-

I'm a rapist,  a fatass, a faggot, a whore!

Whatever it is, it's something they can't ignore...

-

They're glaring at me,

Should I go run and hide

Can something just calm,

This turmoil inside-

My heart...

-

Oh, the Mets just lost,

Along with the bets they had placed.

They had zoned out for a bit,

And they just have a sharp face

-

Their food just came out,

And it doesn't look right.

Whatever it is,

I won't have to fight

-

But watchful I'll be, and vigilant I stay