I
Wrestling hands travel to the white boards,
a recess of magnetic words
airing all of our dirty laundry.
Distractions betraying our growth of expression.
Welcome the Snooki's of writing......
II
Hushing our lies until room 216 is before us.
The abuse we cause is scribbled on the accepting paper,
only to be read aloud to accepting minds.
I care only to make you all envious....
envious of my love,
my talent,
my passion.
And yet the monster inside of me haunts me to
crush those better.
Everything relies on these words,
or else the abuse continues.
III
Costume my religion
passionate yet afraid to have pride for who I am
fade my pain so that I can be accepted.
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