If thou dost not realize
I hath been through much a time
Of ridicule and mockery
Hurt and pain
Unacceptance 
My dreams shall die

I wonder
Hath the problem been mine, not theirs
Despite thy pain
The trouble is me?

Am I solely too different?
Why art my love, 
My talents, 
My dreams and goals
What I bespeak and beseech of
Regarded as nothing?!
Trash
Rubbish
Worthless art!
My poetic beauty
Hath been surely laughable!

'Tis not so, I say'
Tis not so!

Doth these experiences of mine
Have made me desire more
Give, help, treat this to others
To be even more, better, stronger, loving in the heart
All because of my lack of receiving it.

Perhaps my treatment was now necessary
Gaining open arms and care
Given more love in the future
To have my expression be accepted

Perhaps there is no acception so...
Thought this notion I hath swept away
The second it entered my mind
Fore 'tis not so!'
Time and time
The forces high and low
Exclaim with pain and sorrow
Why art hath the term be so troubled 
Why you...
Acceptance