I am not allowed to judge people
But they’re allowed to judge me
They say I’m full of sins and deserve a punishment
But they spray can me a dull grey; it’s just not to be
Is there something I could mend
Something I could change
Someone I could be?
They are the lions prowling menacingly in the dark
I am a voodoo doll; every pin ripping my chest open in agony
Or am I a string puppet; an everlasting amusement to them
But a torment to me.
Am I a person or a colour
A human or an ant
A being or a beast?
Teachers don’t help they just stare with blank eyes
Whether they’re blind or not
Who do I go to for help?
Or am I destined to give up…