En dikt (eller liknande, den känns inte poetisk nog) som jag skrev för några månader sen.
Should I strip out my soul,
In order to please you?
Should I drown my own self
To make you feel at ease?
What are you asking of me?
Haven’t my identity the same right to progress as yours?
Why can’t you let me have happiness?
Let my soul be open, let the light shine trough
A hidden life is hurting so
When you have to stick up with all their comments.
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