Seven Things I mean When I Tell You “I’m Sorry”

(i) I don’t know how to stop being afraid, How to stop allowing fear to consume the cracks Of the place, we call home I’m afraid one day, They will crumble the walls that keep us safe  (ii) I don’t know how to love you Not quite in the way that I think you deserve…

I’m sorry, I give up.

I’ve been told enough times to know that I’m different. The past few years have been nothing but a struggle to embrace that huge mental gap between me and the society that I’m so conveniently judged by. To do something that isn’t right, to be rebellious and to have the balls to take a risk,…