I will not apologize for liking my music
Like I won't criticize you for liking yours.
I will not apologize for enjoying my fandoms
And I won't criticize you for enjoying yours.
I will not apologize for being proud of who I am
As I won't criticize you for being who you are.
So when I say I don't enjoy your music,
Or your Fandom,
Or your style-
It neither reflects on you or I
I'm stating a fact.
It doesn't mean I'm not open to new things
It doesn't mean I'm going to hate you for it.
So I would appreciate,
When I tell you these things,
If you would give me a chance to try
Instead of condemning me.
Different circumstances breed different people
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What Is Wrong With Me? by makoto-chiyoru, literature
Literature
What Is Wrong With Me?
What Is Wrong With Me?
What is Wrong with me?
Why do I feel this way?
What happened when I was young that
Makes me do what I do today?
What is Wrong with me?
That I'd keep my hair short?
That I only wear men's jeans
And have no bras to sport?
What is Wrong with me?
That I chase after dreams?
That I feel Wrong inside
And bat for both teams?
What is Wrong with me?
That I have no fear
When someone rushes me
And calls me queer?
What is Wrong with me?
That I fear no Hell?
That I believe I'm right
And good and well?
What is Wrong with me?
That my mind will see
Something different from
How others see me?
What is Wrong with me?
That I hold my
I tuck and I bind,
I pack and I grind,
But still somehow
I cannot find
The man inside
He wants out,
Let him free!
But he knows what you
Expect him to be
So I try to exceed
What you think of me
And make you change
How your thinking sees
Just a girl with small boobs
and a sock in her pants
But that's not me
You're just in a trance
Society's made you
Feel what they feel
And think what they think
Until it's not real
To hope that someday
You'll be who you need
Who you want
Who you feel
You really should be.
So I write this story
In hopes you'll find
That I'm still me
Whether I bind
Or hold my head high
Or look like
I like to make-believe
That I can sing.
That someday,
I'll be in a band,
Or on Broadway,
Or even just a solo artist.
I like to make-believe
That I can draw.
And paint.
That I can create
Something
From nothing.
I like to make-believe
That I'm relatively
Attractive.
At least,
Sometimes.
When I try to be.
I like to make-believe
That I know something
About everything.
Though I know
A bit of something,
It's really not much.
I like to make-believe
That I don't have feelings.
That they can't be hurt.
Because
You can't hurt
What doesn't exist.
I like to make-believe
That my life is better
Than it is.
Because
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