Whatever it takes

I think and I think and I think

Nothing helps, no matter what I drink

Sticking out like a sore thumb, is it really that bad?

Being okay with it, why does it make them mad?

They try and try to blend you in, to get lost in the crowd

So when you realise you’re truly lost, does it make them proud?

The guilt it instills in you, the endless rounds of questioning yourselves,

Even the lost will to exist , to breathe , to stand up for ourselves,

But don’t let your ideas and efforts get abashed in the name of potential mistakes

Rip the pages of belittlement and let them sing of your triumphs, whatever it takes!