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It saddens me to a point I can't describe,
Or one that I care not to.
These people I've admired and
Respected for so long, that I've
Loved for so long.
They bury their heads in the
Sand at all they wish not to
See, or can't explain.

They bury their heads at my
True self. They ask "Why?"
And they believe I'm something
That needs fixing, that I've
Lost sight of His plan.

And for so long their perspective
Was all the was, and I
HATED myself because
I didn't belong in it.

So I shut a part of myself down
And spent years trying to kill it off.
But it wouldn't die, wouldn't disappear.
I began to romanticize suicide,
If I didn't belong in their
Perspective of right and wrong
Surely it'd be better for me not to be.

And for some reason, I reached out
Desperate not to drown, and through
Many tears and empty bottles I found
I had no perspective, that for too long
I'd believed in those that bury their
Heads in the sand at signs of trouble.

I'm not there yet, but I started
Forging my own perspective. I started
Asking what do I believe in, and
I swear I won't bury my head
In the sand at signs of trouble.