This place is cruel,
I hide under the blankets,
Away from the world.
Will they see me,
Will they ever.
Will they let me in,
And treat me like the rest.
Treat me the best.
Some say to not want what I do,
And others say the opposite.
I want to be accepted,
I want to be befriended,
And everything else possible.
It won't all come true,
Although I hope for it.
Maybe some day
This place will be different,
A good different,
not a judgmental place,
or a savage place.
A serene place.
That I hope for,
And I will wait.
Till then I leave the blankets
and go on my own.