Yosemite
Russell Cerminaro
We came across the way
To find out how we could save ourselves
From the docile callings
Of what we're expected to be
Let me live my way
Without having to deal with hatred
And assumptions that are prejudice
With what others believe
I don't feel intact in my own body and I can't tell a soul
The risk of coming off as different scares me half to death
I'm bored and confused. Should I ask for help or keep this to myself? Am I allowed to?
Am I allowed to?
