A friend once told me
That they like hearing me rant
That my thoughts were accurate
The things no one else could say

A teacher once told me
That I should “just have fun”
That I could be a writer, a comedian
Anything I desired, had passion for

A mother, my own, screamed at me always
For being a child when I’m already
Old enough to vote
Old enough to ruin everything I touch

She once told me
That my dreams were bulls***
That I’m too f***ing nice to everyone
And that everyone would break my heart

A girl, the one everyone underestimated, me, replied
That’s why I’ve got music
To disguise all the cracks in my “bulletproof” glass
For all the times you made me hate myself

My friend said I was honest
My teacher said I had so much courage
My mother said I should grow up
I said nothing, and drowned in the noise

“Love is not love”