Society

Society

Society tells me I'm wrong,
They tell I'm a sinner,
They tell that I'm sick,
And they tell me I'm unnatural.
I try not to listen,
I pretend it doesn't hurt me,
But inside their words cut like knives.
Every time people like me are slighted,
Every time their hurt,
It feels like I have been slighted,
And I have been hurt.
I don't know why I take it so personally,
They can be just as cruel as everyone else.
Maybe because we're the underdogs,
Maybe because we have to bite and claw,
For every inch we get.
It frustrates me,
That I can't tell the nurse that I'm the girlfriend,
Instead I'm the best friend.
It frustrates me,
That I can't mention her name,
Without feeling like I'm invading her privacy.
And it angers me,
That I can't walk down the street holding her hand,
Without fearing for my safety.
And it angers me,
That we have to keep it a secret from her family.
But what wounds me the most,
Is the fact that I can't tell my grandfather,
That I can't tell my father,
Without worrying whether or not,
They will speak to me again.