Truth

I write poems that say be strongI am weak aand fighting all alongPopping pillsCuts with razor bladesNo I dont want to be savedI dont want to be just like you Or anybody elseIm happy being meMy strange unhappy selfSo just embrace me for who I amAnd Ill do that for youAnd if you cant accept meThen guess what than?FUCK YOUI do still need your loveYour sympathy for my painBut in the end my dear friendI am who I am And I dont want to be changed!!!